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Tossing the soiled shirt to the floor, Owen grasped Liam’s wrists in his hands. “If you keep doing that we’re going to have to move to the bedroom for an encore.”

“What kind of encore?” Liam threaded fingers through Owen’s chest hair, his expression coquettish.

Owen pressed his lips to Liam’s ear. “The kind where I get to be inside you,” he stated in a deep raspy voice.

Liam shivered, his eyes rolling up once more.

“But we should probably stop for the night,” Owen backtracked, not sure if he was pushing too much. He should cool down; fooling around was one thing but sleeping together? That was-

“Yes, please.” Liam’s tone was all desire as he dove in for a kiss. How long had they been pining for each other? According to Liam, it had been years and Owen had been making a hobby out of denying his feelings so giving in, allowing themselves the love they’d been building, didn’t seem like they were going too fast. It seemed like the next step, another piece of their lives falling into place.

Decision made, Owen curled his hands under Liam’s bottom and stood. Liam broke away from the kiss with a yelp, clutching at Owen’s shoulders and wrapping his legs around his waist. Quickly kicking off his jeans, Owen resumed the kiss, carrying Liam down the hall as Liam hummed, running his hands up and down Owen’s arms, caressing the bulging biceps that were doing most of the work.

It was very romantic until Owen bumped Liam’s head against the bedroom doorframe.

“Ow!” Liam rubbed his head and Owen’s growing erection instantly flagged.

“I’m sorry! Oh my god, I’m sorry Liam!” Placing Liam on the bed, Owen checked out the bump himself, ruffling Liam’s hair as he tried to peer through it.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine. If you didn’t want to do this you didn’t have to knock me out,” Liam giggled.

Owen frowned, still staring at the spot. “Are you sure you’re okay? With all of this?”

Leaning back on his hands, Liam took in Owen’s naked form, eyes roaming up then down, coming to a halt on Owen’s cock. Liking what he saw, Liam bit his plump lower lip and, within seconds, his dick thickened and rose.

“Very okay.” He pulled off his shirt, the last barrier of clothing between them, and tossed it away, giving Owen his own eyeful. Liam was gorgeous, his long limbs covered in lean muscle from carrying heavy trays, his skin so smooth and silky it practically glowed. Two hard nipples beckoned from his hairless chest, begging Owen to have a taste, and a trail of fine auburn hair ran from his navel to his cock, which bobbed as Owen took in the view.

Going with his gut, Owen crawled onto the bed over Liam, leaning down to take one of those tempting nipples into his mouth. Liam gasped and arched his back, tangling his hands in Owen’s hair. Owen smiled around the little nub, rolling it with his tongue and giving it a few small nips before kissing a trail to its twin, treating it the same. Reaching down, Owen grasped Liam’s leaking cock, pumping it a bit before running a fingertip over the head and down, swirling it in the puddle that had gathered below Liam’s navel.

“You’re so wet already.” He brought that finger to his mouth and sucked on it, closing his eyes and humming at the heavenly taste. Shifting on the bed, Liam let out a breathy sigh, fluttering a touch up Owen’s cock. Twitching at the sensation of someone else holding his dick, Owen opened his eyes to watch Liam’s nimble fingers trace the vein along the front and then slide down to caress Owen’s balls. With hitched breaths, Owen had to concentrate so he didn’t immediately come again under Liam’s explorations and, once he started dripping, he gently took Liam’s wrists and pressed them to the bed, leaning over him again.

“You’re going to finish the encore before it starts,” Owen chided, swooping down for a dirty kiss. Liam moaned into it, trying to rub up against Owen again but Owen kept his hips lifted, feeling a few drops spurt from his cock onto Liam’s stomach and loving the idea that he was leaving traces of himself all over that slender body.

“P-Please.” Liam fought against Owen’s hold and Owen released him.

“Please what? What do you want, Liam? We’ll go at your speed.” Owen ran a thumb over Liam’s lips and Liam sucked it in greedily, giving Owen a good idea of how talented he would be if he took that skill further south.

Releasing Owen’s thumb with a pop, Liam smiled wickedly, spreading his legs under Owen. “I wantyou.”

“All right.” Owen slid one of his hands up Liam’s legs, savoring the feel of his skin. “Are you-”

“I’m not a virgin but it’s been a while.” Liam blushed prettily, looking away. “I um…I use toys.”

Owen didn’t think his cock could get any harder but it did as the image of Liam fucking himself with a dildo spun through his brain. Trying to maintain some composure, he filed it underthings to try laterand attempted to focus.

“It’s been a while for me too.” He smiled as Liam met his eyes again. “I want you to tell me if anything I do is uncomfortable and if you want to stop, we stop. No questions asked.”

“I’m not gonna want you to stop,” Liam whispered, palming himself. He seemed to be as on edge as Owen, making Owen glad that he had such an effect but also worried that this might be a very short session.

Reaching into the night table, Owen grabbed the small bottle of lube that he’d bought shortly after he dreamed about Liam. He never thought he’d get to use it but sometimes dreams did come true.

“Get comfortable.” Owen jutted his chin at the top of the bed and Liam scrambled a few inches up, placing one of the fluffy white pillows behind his head. Taking in the sight of a naked Liam spread out on the bed, with his chest heaving in anticipation and his eyes wide and expectant, Owen felt lucky. So many things in his life had gone wrong but at least he had this beautiful man, someone who supported him, someone who understood him.

Someone who he loved.

Freezing, Owen stared at the lube tilted in his hand with wide eyes. Love? Did he love Liam?

“Owen? Are you okay?” Liam’s tremulous voice shook him free and he turned.

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