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“We aren’t… We’re experimenting. Though I can’t deny I wouldn’t mind experimenting in a luxury car.”

Anthony gripped Cillian’s hips and pulled him closer, wanting to feel him. “Overrated. I wanted it all back. It’s all I dreamed about inside. But when I had all that stuff, I had no one to share it with. The men I was with liked the money, not me. They wouldn’t speak to me now.” He shook his head. “I talk to you and end up baring my soul.”

As Cillian had done when they ate ice cream in the park. He’d had more in-depth conversations with Cillian than anyone he’d ever dated.

Cillian rested his hands on the back of the sofa, letting Anthony move him so they ground together. “We’re not pretending to be someone to fit in or be liked.”

“True. Because we aren’t dating.”

“So in the spirit of experimenting, do you really want to be fucked?”

“I’ve been thinking about it….” Was that because he liked Cillian and trusted him? Or was it because he wanted to explore everything he hadn’t done in over a decade?

“I bet you have.” He nipped Anthony’s earlobe. “Am I the star of all yourthoughts?”

“Yes,” he said breathlessly. “I like the noises you make when you come.”

Cillian laughed and wiggled his hips. “Did it kill you to let me have some fun?”

“You have no idea. It’s still killing me.” He glanced at his hard dick pressed against the smothered ridge of Cillian’s cock.

“If you really want to explore having something in your ass, I can offer you a vibrating butt plug. It’s clean, but not new, so I understand if it’s a no.”

“Was it yours or left behind?—”

Cillian slapped him on the arm. “Mine. I don’t keep past lovers’ toys. They go in the bin with anything else they didn’t collect.”

“Fair enough.” Did Cillian not want to fuck him? “You said you sometimes top?”

“I do, but you’re practically a born-again virgin after ten years with no one touching your hole, so why don’t we ease you into it?”

That made sense, and it wasn’t a “no, I’m never doing that.”

“You look perturbed,” Cillian whispered. “I promise it’s not a big plug, but it does have a remote.”

“You can hold the remote if I can blow you.”

“Deal.” Cillian sprang up and grabbed his hands. “Come on.”

“What?”

“You don’t want it now?”

He hadn’t expected Cillian to offer to top him today. But his suggestion wasn’t an offer, and what was on offer, he hadn’t even considered. When Cillian looked at him with that hungry gleam in his eyes, Anthony wanted to jump and see what happened.

“I do. Shall we turn off the movie?” He didn’t care about the TV if he was on his knees, though it had been a useful distraction while Cillian tortured him.

Cillian grabbed the remote off the sofa and paused the movie. “We can finish it another time.”

Anthony followed Cillian to the bedroom, not sure what he was getting himself into but wanting to find out anyway, until Cillian held out a hot pink butt plug and a tube of lube.

“Hop onto the bed.” Cillian grinned.

“Um.” If he wasn’t ready for Cillian to play with his hole, he wasn’t ready to be fucked, and from the glint in Cillian’s eyes, he was already three steps ahead. This was the first hurdle, and he’d just fallen over it. He put his hand over the plug. It wasn’t as big as a dick, but it was suddenly too big. “Maybe… I’m not quite ready.”

“Uh-huh.” He put them on the bedside table. “I’ve got a smaller one you can take home, if you’d like?”

Oh, thank fuck.“That’s a good idea.”

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