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Bash looked up sheepishly, seeming as nervous as I was earlier about his gift. “Yeah, it was drawn specifically for you. I looked into some of the best tattoo artists in the Austin area, and this guy was one of the best rated. I met with him, looked at his stuff, and was really impressed. I had him design it based on what I told him, then I paid for an appointment for the day after final exams. I know how long you've wanted a tattoo, and I thought this one would be a celebration of finishing the year and a good luck charm moving into the last year of your degree. Do you like it?…”

Before the last words were out of his mouth, I placed the paper and card on the side table and dove for his mouth. He caught me in his arms, gripping my hair to maneuver my head exactly where he wanted to take control of the kiss. He gave me just enough slack to crawl into his lap, straddling him and ravaging his plush lips. His hands roamed the contours of my naked back and shoulders, groaning when I plunged into his mouth and sucked gently on his tongue.

The kiss slowly changed, shifting into something slower and more meaningful. We parted for air, our breaths mingling in the tiny distance between us. For long seconds, we simply looked at each other, chests heaving and hearts pounding. His gaze moved from my eyes to my lips and back again, but he made no move to kiss me. I willed him to see the truth of what I wanted in my eyes. I saw the second the realization came to him and beautiful acceptance swept across his face.

Bash didn't need me to tell him what I wanted. He never did. Our hearts understood each other in the silence.

Without a word spoken, he gripped under my legs and stood us up, carrying me to the bed while we continued to hold each other's gaze. He laid me down carefully and covered my body with his own. His hand cupped my jaw before he leaned down to kiss me again, a slow assault on my senses that I felt down to my bones. He pulled back a few moments later, a question on his features.

“Are you sure, M? I'm okay if you still want to wait,” he said gently, his tone reverent and loving.

I reached up to run my hand to the back of his neck, dragging his lips back to mine in a brief kiss. “I'm sure. I want this more than anything, Bash. Please, baby…make love to me.”

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Bastian

I stared down at Micah, my heart beating so painfully hard in my chest that I thought it would break through my ribs. I had never minded us waiting to take this step because Micah had never seemed sure anytime it came up. I knew he was nervous about the pain, and I thought a small part of him also was scared to fully accept that I was in this completely. That I wanted him as badly as he wanted me.

His words triggered a cascade of lust to flow through my system, thickening my cock at a rapid pace. I crawled off the bed to grab the items I had packed on the off chance that Micah had wanted this on the trip. When I brought back the lube and folded paper, he gave me a puzzled look. I unfolded the paper and handed it to him.

“Test results?” Micah asked after reading it briefly. He glanced back up at me, expectant and maybe a bit hopeful.

“Yeah…I got tested right after Thanksgiving for you. I knew that whenever we got to this point, I wouldn't want any barriers between us. It should be nothing but you and me, M.” I saw the tears spring up in his espresso eyes, and I hoped I had read his reaction right.

“Bash…I want that too. I want to feel nothing else but you inside me,” he whispered, his voice shaking slightly with emotion. It made my chest squeeze and my throat feel tight.My sweet, beautiful Micah.

I grabbed his ankles and yanked him closer to where I stood at the foot of the bed. I peeled off his shorts and tossed them behind me. Once I had stripped down as well, I knelt on the bed between his outstretched legs after he pulled himself toward the headboard. I kissed a slow trail up his body, starting at his calf and moving up to his chest. I paused to lick and bite at his nipples, making the dusty pink buds pucker under my tongue. Micah's soft moans swirled around in my head like a sweet melody. I kissed and caressed his silky skin, making my way up to his creamy lips that I never got enough of, no matter how many times I'd tasted him.

Once his lips were swollen and red, I leaned back to grab the bottle of lube and slicked up two of my fingers. Micah kept his eyes pinned to the movement, and I pressed the lightest kisses to his forehead, eyelid, cheek and nose.

“It's okay, baby. I promise I won't do anything to hurt you,” I assured him. He nodded his head, the trust he held for me unmistakable. “Spread your legs for me, gorgeous.”

Micah legs opened wide and framed my body as I laid on top of him. I licked and sucked at his neck as I moved my hand down past his rock-solid cock to his crease. My fingers searched out his warm hole, circling around the rim and making him writhe beneath me. His hands gripped onto my shoulders tightly and breathing in sharply as one finger breached his entrance. I worked it in slowly, still nipping lightly at his skin to keep his attention off any burn that might happen.

“Jesus, you're tight baby. You're like a vice around just one finger. I can't wait to feel you take my cock,” I grunted, already leaking slightly at the thought of it. Micah whimpered as a second digit joined the first, pumping in and out of him slowly.

“Oh ffffu—Bash, more. Give me more, I can take it,” he gasped, arching into my touch.

“You're so greedy, baby. Your perfect, little hole is practically begging for my dick, isn't it? Is that what you want? For me to fill your ass full of my cock?”

“Holy shit, Bash, yes…I want your cock inside me. I want you to fucking own me, make me yours.”

His pleas wrapped around my dick and made it throb, pulsing out more precum as I added a third finger in his hole, scissoring my fingers carefully to stretch him out. He was grunting and moaning from the sensations, a mess of needy sounds that were making me lose my goddamn mind before I was even inside him.

“You are mine, baby. In every fucking way that matters, but I'm about to fuck you so good that you'll feel me for days.” He let out another desperate whimper, and I removed my fingers to lather up my cock in lube. “You're so ready for me, aren't you? Do you want my cock, sweetheart?”

“Yes! Bash, please fuck me…I need to feel you inside me…” Micah pleaded, the heat in his eyes blistering.

I pushed his thighs further apart and settled between them, hovering just inches above him while braced on one arm. I gripped my dick and pressed it to his slick, hot opening. I caught his eyes and stared into them, not wanting to look away for a second as I slowly entered him.

Micah's breath caught in his throat as the tip pushed past the first ring of muscle, and a deep groan escaped from my chest. “Fuuuck, babe…you feel incredible. Damn, you're so tight…” I had to close my eyes and steady myself so I didn't come just from the single inch I had in hisbody. I knew being inside Micah would be amazing, but this was fucking euphoric and I wasn't even all the way in yet.

“B-bash..move, baby. I need you to move,” Micah gasped out, his whole body shaking under mine. I brought my lips to his, swallowing his groans as I rocked forward a little more, burying more of myself in his silky, hot channel.

On the fourth thrust, I slid all the way home and we both groaned at the pure bliss of it.

“Oh Jesus…Micah baby, your ass is fucking perfection. God, I can barely move it's so tight around me…” I stayed still inside him for a moment, the heat of his body setting me on fire and burning me alive. “I'm gonna move now…you okay?”

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