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“Isn’t it rude to come first?” Blaine breathed out almost hysterically.

Alfie paused and pulled back to meet his eyes, then laughed and continued on toward the bedroom.

“You’re so funny,” he said, his voice dropping to a register that had Blaine’s toes wanting to curl and his cock standing up at attention. “I like that. Most of the people around me all the time aren’t funny at all.”

“I aim to please,” Blaine said, panting as they crossed into the dim bedroom.

He wondered if he should turn on the light or push some of the laundry he hadn’t folded yet off the bed and onto the floor, but he didn’t have enough brain cells for any of that. Especially not when Alfie reached for the hem of his shirt to pull it off over his head.

“I love this shirt,” he said even as he tossed it aside. “I love all of your shirts.”

“Really?” Blaine was stunned. He also warmed from the inside out.

“Yeah, I like your skin more, though,” Alfie went on.

He showed just how much he liked it by sweeping his hands around Blaine’s back and sides, planting a few kisses on his bare shoulders. Alfie was tactile and took what he wanted. Blaine felt like a candy about to be sucked as Alfie claimed ownership with his hands.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” Alfie asked, backing up for a second as he unbuttoned his shirt and peeled out of it. “Consent is sexy and all.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m definitely okay with it,” Blaine said.

He tried to think responsibly as he raced to get out of his clothes, then shoved the laundry onto the floor so he could throw back the bedcovers. He was taking PrEP, so that was taken care of, and there were condoms in the bedside table, if that was whatAlfie preferred. He might have only been at Hawthorne House temporarily, but a responsible boy traveled with everything he needed to be a considerate partner.

Once the bedcovers were thrown back, he climbed across the bed to pull open the drawer so he could fetch the condoms in question and the bottle of lube he’d stashed there. That stretched his body out in a way he hoped Alfie liked the look of.

“I don’t know what your preferences are in terms of condoms,” he started.

He didn’t get any farther than that. Just as his hands closed around the bottle of lube, Alfie grabbed his hips hard and yanked him back.

“I’m good with whatever,” he said before kissing Blaine between his shoulder blades and nuzzling the back of his neck. “I’m clean and on PrEP.”

Blaine let out a moan at how good it felt, not to mention how dead sexy the sense of Alfie’s superior size and weight above and behind him felt. He knew the game, knew what his partners usually wanted from him, so he braced his legs apart and tilted his hips up a little to let Alfie know that it was definitely a go from him whenever he was ready.

Alfie didn’t jump straight into the whole burying his cock deep in Blaine’s arse, though, even though he took the bottle of lube from Blaine’s hand. Instead of going right for it, he kissed Blaine’s spine again, stroking his hands along Blaine’s side, as if he was getting to know Blaine’s skin.

“You’re beautiful,” Alfie said in growl as he continued to learn Blaine’s back with his mouth and his hands. “But of course you know that.”

“Not really,” Blaine panted. “You’re the beautiful one.”

“No,” Alfie said.

That was it. Blaine would have argued with him or asked for clarification, but Alfie shifted down so he could knead and kiss the mounds of Blaine’s arse.

It was erotic and maybe a bit silly, but Alfie really seemed to enjoy his pert backside. He kissed and squeezed each cheek, they pulled them apart to get to know Blaine’s hole. With more than just a look, too. He touched and kissed and licked before pushing a finger inside.

Blaine made a horrifically undignified sound of pleasure that he muffled by burying his face in his pillow. Having a guy poke around his hole like that wasn’t supposed to feel so amazing, or maybe it was, but with Alfie, he could have lay there and enjoyed it all day.

“Lube,” he managed to wheeze as his cock dripped on the sheets in anticipation. “Condoms.”

Alfie pulled back, and for a second Blaine was sure he would either dive straight into the finale or reach for the bedside table. Instead, he grasped Blaine’s hips and managed to flip him to his back before Blaine knew what was going on.

“Are you in some sort of hurry?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes, even though his face had an almost predatory look of lust.

“I…I thought…if you just wanted to….”

Alfie wedged himself between Blaine’s legs and stretched over him, anchoring his hands on either side of Blaine’s shoulders. When his face was inches from Blaine’s, he said, “I want a lot of things, but I’m not in a hurry.”

He proved his point by dipping down and kissing Blaine so deeply that Blaine thought he might see the souls of his ancestors. Then again, it was their house, so they were probably watching, kinky bastards.

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