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“Better?” he asks, breathlessly.

“Yeah.”

“And what about you? You get to just lie there clothed?”

His hand sneaks to my cock and he rubs it, feeling it grow against his palm.

“You want me naked?”

“Always,” he says with a small laugh, and then his fingers slip under my waistband and down to my dick, which is throbbing. I want to enter him again. I want him in every way. Need to figure out what those ways are and do them, one by one.

Maybe I should do more research online.

Figure out what the seasoned gays recommend.

Avery helps me out of my pajama bottoms and then rolls halfway on top of me, sliding his smooth skin along mine. His mouth drags across my tattoos, stopping to lap at my nipples before moving to my sternum, his teeth dragging down the long stem of roses winding down the middle of my chest.

My hands curl into his hair, tugging gently as he continues to tease me with his tongue.

“What do you want? Tell me,” he says.

“I want anything you’re willing to give me.”

“Fine, then my mouth or my ass?”

My fingers move down his back and clutch those firm globes. “Is your ass okay? I fucked you hard yesterday. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“And I love feeling it today. You choose, Dean. You tell me what you want.”

I let that sit for a while, shifting back and forth between my options before deciding that I want him to ride me. I want to watch him get off using my dick.

I tell him this and his cheeks flush, his pulse picking up in his neck.

I touch it, feeling the rapid beat of his heart and smirk.

“Fine. I can so do that,” he says and then slides off me and grabs the lube. He holds it up, dramatically flicking the cap open and dribbling some on his fingers. I watch those digits disappear behind him and his lips part as he breaches his hole, working himself open for me.

I do nothing but just sit there and take it all in. My hands clutch at his hips, feeling the ripple of anticipation move through him as he opens up for me, and when he’s prepped and ready, he shifts up my torso and slots my dick at his hole.

“Ready for me to ride you, Dean?”

“Yeah.”

“Hold on, baby,” he says as he sinks down on me slowly. So slow, in fact, that I lose the ability to breathe. My eyes shut and I just feel him, the tightness of his rim, how warm he is as he engulfs me. Perfection. So perfect. How is that possible? I’ll never know.

“Look at me,” he whispers and my eyes open, staring up at him. He’s never been more beautiful than in this moment, his hair falling across his shoulders, his eyelashes casting shadows over his pink cheeks.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, and he sighs, his hands falling onto my chest as he uses it for leverage, pushing up and then taking me in once more. His hole swallows me, over and over, until we’re both panting. I don’t know why, but everything about this is visceral, primal. So different than I’m used to, but just right.

It’s just what I want.

What I need.

Avery continues to ride me, his movements growing more assured, more confident until our skin is slapping together, his fingers curlinginto my chest, my own hands doing the same. We’ll both have marks on our bodies to prove that we did this, that it wasn’t just something I conjured up in my dreams.

This is real.

My truth.

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