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When I notice he’s rutting into the bed, I take his cock back to find it hard and hot. “I need this,” I tell him.

“Take it,” he says. “It’s yours.”

“Do you um… do you want a condom?”

“No,” he says. “No, I trust you.”

I nod, knowing it’s okay and grateful anyway. He turns over, and I kiss my way up his body, licking a long stream of precum from the length of his rigid, engorged cock. As I kiss his neck, I grab the lube and press it into his hand, another automatic exchange we’ve performed maybe hundreds of times.

The handoff is as smooth as it ever was, our bodies still amazingly in tune. Kissing his mouth, I listen to the slick sound of him coating his cock. The emptiness inside me has me near frantic. I kiss him harder, deeper, almost angrily, impatient for him to fill me up.I need you. I need you. Nothing is okay without you.

His aim is sure, and I sink back as his hips punch up.

“Fuck!” we both shout.

His neck bends off the bed as we join with a thud. Our eyes meet, and it’s like a lust bomb explodes between us. Our mouths crash together as I work my ass up and down his thrusting cock. In a millisecond, we have our rhythm back—as automatic as breathing, but not nearly as mundane.

This is finely tuned sex. Something we learned together as lovers as the fastest, most efficient way to get each other off. It was the kind of sex we’d have when he got home from DC. The same way we fucked before one of us—usually me—had to go to work and couldn’t be late.

He seems to realize this at the same time I do. He holds my face still and slows his hip roll. “Shh…there’s time.”

But there isn’t. Not that I don’t want to draw this out and have it last all night, but we’re nothing now. This might feel like everything, but it’s a bullshit fantasy. Today is a mood. A vibe. A lucky break in the storm of what became of us. Still, I let him pull out and put me on my back. As he moves on top of me, he brushes a kiss to my temple and whispers in my ear. “I’m yours. I’ve got you.”

I start crying again.

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GRAHAM

Obviously I never went to Homecoming or any other dances in school, but I never really understood the concept either. But coming home—thatI finally understand when I sink back inside Silas and reconnect my mouth with his. When his arms and legs wrap me up, when his cock leaks between our abs, I feel like I’m exactly where I belong.

He’s been crying off and on since I came up, and it’s so unlike him—or the him I used to know. I was usually the wreck. The overstressed, hypersensitive, rejection panicked one who needed soothing.

He got overwhelmed a handful of times during our relationship—especially when something was going on with his mom’s health, or he had a particularly bad date, but he rarely shed a tear. So as perfectly right as all this feels, there’s a wrongness to it, too. Something’s off. Very off, and I’m determined to fuck him for as long as possible if only to delay the inevitable realization that this is probably never going to happen again.

I’ll keep being a Republican senator, he’ll go right back to hating me, and I won’t blame him.

Being out of chastity for the first time in more than a year is alearning experience. It took fucking forever to get hard when by all rights, I normally would have come three times with the way he was making me feel. And now, I feel both years away from coming, and like I’m orgasming with every thrust. I’m sweating all over him, it’s that intense.

We move slower, intimately close and kissing deeply. It has me questioning everything, even more than that conversation with my sister over buttered pecan did. Could I have a conversation with my father? Could I beg on bended knee for this man—the love of my fucking life to please forgive me?

Could I live on this love alone?

It certainly feels like I could die from it.

We go on and on, fucking, panting into each other’s mouths between wet, greedy kisses until Silas clamps a hand on my ass, holding me still inside him and grinding his cock into my stomach. “Fuck…I…Fuck…unh…” His dick throbs, and his ass squeezes me tight as he comes. I glance down, spotting two things at once—cum shooting from his gorgeous cock and me buried inside him.

When he throbs and clenches again, a supernova of an orgasm splits me straight down the middle. My dick erupts with full force for the first time since the last time I was inside Silas. I lose my hearing, my vision—a complete white-out of sensation blasts through me. I swear the only reason I stay in one piece is because Silas is still wrapped around me.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

I’m so out of it, I think I’m the one saying it, but it’s his deep voice in my ear. His warm breath and hushed whisper, over and over like a prayer.

“I love you.”

My God. I grasp his face and press my forehead to his. Our noses touch. His eyes are closed, and his lips are still moving on the words. I can’t catch my breath. All my cells are offline. By thetime I’m coming back together again, he’s fallen silent, and I have no idea what to say. What’s safe to say.

I brace myself for him to ask me to leave or tell me to get the fuck out, but he doesn’t. At least, not yet. “Anyway…” he sighs.

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