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He nodded his head rapidly, swallowing hard enough I could hear it. He was clamped around me so tensely that I knew I'd hurt him if he didn't relax.

“Hey baby, look at me,” I urged him softly. Micah's eyes met mine and I saw the pleasure tinged with fear and pain. “It's okay, M. Relax for me, sweetheart. Let me in…” I stroked his inner thigh with my hand, feeling the muscles loosen under my touch. I captured his lips in a deep kiss, letting every ounce of love I felt for him pour out of me and into him. He whined low and needy as I started to thrust gently in and out of him.

He fell apart under me, breaking free of my kiss and letting go of the sounds being drawn out of him. “Oh my God…Bash…I can't believe how good you feel inside me. I want it all, baby…I want all of you.”

I was nothing but sensation. My body vibrating with heat and breath and pleasure and love. I pumped into Micah's body in long, deep strokes, getting as close to him as I could. I looked down to see our bodies joined together, the sight making me groan. “Fuck, Micah…seeing my cock sliding in and out of you is so sexy. You take me so well, baby…”

The moans, grunts, and slapping of skin blended together in beautiful harmony, providing the perfect soundtrack to our lovemaking. It was an aria that we had been building toward for years, and I wanted to play it every day for the rest of our lives. I wanted to get lost in the heavenly melody that was us.

“Bash…I need you deeper,” Micah cried softly, his fingers digging into my back and pulling me into him. Wanting to give him everything he asked for, I leaned up and grabbed his knees, pushing them back up to his chest. I rocked into him again, this time going deeper than before and it was absolute Nirvana.

I must've pegged his prostate on my next pass because Micah let out a blissful shout, his back arching up off the bed as I tunneled into him. “Oh fuck me! That's it, baby! Right there…fuck, don't stop! It's so good…” Micah was thrashing under me, his moans crescendoing in time with the hard thrusts of my hips as I pounded into him.

“Fucking hell, M…you're gonna make me come so hard. I want to shoot my cum so deep inside you that you'll never be rid of me. You'll always have a piece of me in you…”

His eyes squeezed shut and he whimpered like he was in pain. “God yes, I need it so much! Please please, baby, give it to me. Come inside me, Bash…”Holy fucking shit, I'm gonna lose it from that filthy, sexy mouth of his…

“I'll give you every single drop, beautiful. Tell me first, Micah. You can't come until you tell me.” He must've seen the plea in my eyes, saw exactly what I needed from him without saying it.

He wrapped his hands around the back of my neck, drawing me down to him until his lips brushed mine with his next words. “I love you. I love you so much,” he whispered. It was everything I needed to hear and more.

“I love you so fucking much, M. Come for me, baby. Milk my cock with your sweet little hole,” I grunted, pistoning hard against that electric point inside him. I knew I was in the right spot when he started convulsing under me, his mouth open on a silent scream.

“Oh God, Bash…you're…I'm going to…” he gasped and moaned. Before I had even touched him, his rigid length jerked and cum spilled from the tip, covering his stomach and chest. The erotic sight of Micah coming hands-free and in long ropes of sticky, white release was enough to shove me over the edge.

“Oh my God, Micah…shit, I'm gonna…fuckingcome!” My words came out on a hoarse shout as I shattered, my climax rushing through my veins and spurting hard inside him. His ass gripped my cock in a fiery hold, the heat and pressure of it milking me of everything I had to give. My head was swimming, the heaven we created together with our release inimitable, unequaled to anything I had ever felt.

I kept thrusting in his ass, slower and more deliberate as I pushed my cum as deep as it could go. I wanted it to soak into his veins, his muscles, his bones. I wanted to mark him like a brand on his heart, on his very soul. I wanted it so that he'd never be free of me just as I'd never be free of him.

His soft grunts and whimpers as I moved within him told me he didn't mind one bit. My dick finally softened and slid out of him right as I collapsed, drained of every bit of energy from my explosive orgasm.

I felt Micah's soft kisses on the side of my neck, his hands stroking my back as we caught our breath and slowed our heart rates. When I came back to myself, I lifted off of him and rolled to the side facing him. He rolled to mirror me, grabbing my hand between us as a comfortable, intimate silence filled the room.

We took our time touching softly, his hand stroking my cheek while my hand pushed back his hair. He kissed my fingertips as I kissed his palm. I was consumed with the quiet intensity of the moment, every feeling I had for Micah and what we just experienced threatening to overwhelm me. I didn't even realize I was crying until Micah brushed a tear away, matching streaks appearing on his face as his own tears spilled.

“Fuck, this is embarrassing,” I laughed soundlessly, sniffling and blinking away the tears. “I've never had this happen before…”

Micah smiled sweetly at me, shuffling forward to lean his head against mine and interlocking our hands, bringing them up between us. “It's okay, BB…I feel it too. This was…I don't even have words for it,” he giggled lightly, a low lilting sound that brought a smile to my face.Fuck, how is he this adorable?

“It was perfect, M&M. It was everything it was meant to be and more. I didn't hurt you, did I, baby?”

“No, Bash, you could never hurt me,” he whispered, kissing me with a light brush of his lips on mine. “You gave me everything I asked for. I love you so much, BB.”

I was entranced by him, completely enamored by this loving, compassionate man in front of me. Micah's love was in my bones, poured over them like liquid metal, reinforcing them and making me stronger. He had seeped into the very atoms that made up my body, fusing us together at a cellular level. I was forever changed because of him, and I was a better man for it.

“You are my world, Micah baby. I will always do my best to give you whatever you ask for, whatever you need.”

“What if all I ask for is forever? What if I just need you?” He looked at me with a vulnerability that made my heart ache. I had a powerful urge to wrap him in my arms and never let go.

“You have me, Micah. Youaremy forever.”

CHAPTER 25

Bastian

We enjoyed another two days in Colorado with Micah's family before heading back to Austin. The days were spent outdoors having fun with his parents while the nights were spent in a tangle of limbs now that the final wall between us was torn down. Like the last piece of the puzzle sliding into place, Micah and I had taken to worshiping each other on a new level, the bond we had now impossibly deep. We were embedded into each other's bodies and souls. When we returned home to my place, we took full advantage of the privacy and had barely come up for air for the remainder of the break. Unfortunately, we eventually had to venture out into the world again.

Dawson had invited us to a New Years Eve party at Maggie Mae's nightclub. It was a swanky joint down on the infamous 6th street, which usually wasn't my scene, but he insisted we get out and celebrate with everyone. In a shocking turn of events, Micah was fairly enthusiastic about the plans, and I realized I had rubbed off on him in more ways than one. He had even invited Rhys to come, but he seemed a little cagey, simply stating he had plans. Neither of us pressed him.

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