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“Okay?” I manage to ask, my voice thick with need.

“Oh, fuck, Gabe. More!” Mika’s response is a guttural plea, his hips bucking forward into my mouth and back against my finger, his entire body desperate for more.

“You’re so hot, Mika. Fucking love stretching you,” I murmur, sliding in a second finger. I crook them slightly, searching until I feel the telltale ripple as I find his gland. His whole body trembles, a sharp cry tearing from his lips as I press there again and again.

Mika writhes beneath me, his cock twitching against my tongue. “Gabe, I can’t—I’m gonna—”

I feel him tense and then spurt after spurt of his release hits the back of my throat. Swallowing around him, I push a third finger inside, gently scissoring, preparing him even as his orgasm rips through him.

Sliding my fingers free, I reach up and grab the pillows beneath his head. “Lift your hips,” I urge, guiding him as I shove the pillows beneath his ass and hips. The sight of him spread open, his hole pink and glistening, has my cock throbbing painfully. “So perfect, Mika. Pink and wet and ready for me.”

“Ready,” Mika breathes, his voice rough and needy. His dark eyes find mine, and I see nothing but trust and desire there. “Now, Gabe.”

I slick more lube over my cock, the cool gel doing little to ease the fiery heat coursing through me. Sitting back on my heels between his thighs, I nod. “Grab the backs of your thighs for me.”

Mika complies, pulling his legs back and opening himself wider. My hands settle on his hips as I line up, my cock brushing against the unyielding ring of muscle. I press forward, breaching him slowly.

His body resists at first, the tight heat gripping me as I inch forward. Mika grunts, his hands straining on his thighs as his brow furrows. I pause, forcing myself to hold still despite every instinct screaming at me to keep going.

“Bear down, babe,” I murmur softly. “Let me in. I promise it’ll feel so good.”

Mika takes a deep breath, his body relaxing just enough for me to slide in deeper. My cock sinks into him in one long, agonizingly slow thrust until my hips are flush with his. I groan, overwhelmed by the feel of him surrounding me, squeezing me.

Mika hisses through his teeth, his chest heaving as he adjusts. My panic flares briefly, worried I’ve hurt him, but then I see it—the discomfort easing from his eyes, replaced by something raw and electric. He clenches around me once, his muscles rippling in silent invitation.

“You okay?” I ask, my voice shaky.

His lips curl into a small, almost defiant smile. “More, Gabe. Move.”

That’s all the permission I need.

“So good, Mika, so fucking hot. You’re gripping my cock so good babe.” I drive my hips harder, watching as Mika’s eyes roll back in his head, his lips parting on a guttural moan. Pulling back just a few inches, I thrust in again, as deep as I can go. God, it feels incredible. I can’t stop myself—I have to do it again.

I fuck him in short, firm strokes, each one wringing moans from both of us, the sound raw and addictive. My hips snap forward, my cock slamming into him, and his body grips me like a vise. I pull out almost completely, then sink back in, angling just right to hit his prostate. Mika’s shout tears through the room, and my cock twitches at the sound.

“Yesyesyesyes! Like that, Gabriel, again!”

I adjust my angle and pound into him, faster, harder, each thrust rubbing over his gland. Mika’s cries and grunts drive me wild, my gaze locked on the way my cock disappears into his tight, perfect body. He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his own cock, stroking himself in time with my thrusts.

“Ah, Mika! Come for me, baby, come for me!” I’m desperate now, holding on by a thread as I watch his hand move.

Mika’s body tenses beneath me, and he comes with a shuddering cry, thick ropes of his release spilling across his stomach and chest. The sight pushes me over the edge, my fingers digging into his hips as I drive in deep, my balls slapping against him. My orgasm rips through me, filling him with hot, pulsing jets of cum as his clenching channel milks me dry.

I collapse forward, gasping for air, my cock still buried in his heat. God, I don’t ever want to leave. If I could, I’d stay here forever, but my limbs are shaking, and I know I’ll fall over if I don’t move soon. Mika lowers his legs, letting them flop bonelessly onto the bed. He looks as wrecked as I feel.

Carefully, I pull out, shifting to Mika’s side while I still have the strength.I should be a gentleman. Or something.

“Gimme a minute, Mika. When I can walk again, I’ll get a cloth, ‘kay?” My voice is hoarse, but I mean it.

“‘S’okay,” Mika mumbles, his eyes heavy lidded. “Need to shower. Gonna get up soon.”

We both mean it, but neither of us moves. Instead, we drift off, sated and spent, our bodies demanding rest, our souls utterly content.

Gabe

“Jesus, Mika, it’s beautiful.” I can’t keep the awe out of my voice as I stare out the passenger side window. We’re driving through Gila National Forest, and the view is incredible. The afternoon sun glints in the clear blue sky, painting the mountains and lowlands in a mix of gold and green that seems to call to me. I itch to get out of the truck, to hike through the trees and feel the raw, subtle power of this place humming in the air.

But when I glance at Mika, I wonder if the tension I feel isn’t the land but him. His face is set, his jaw like steel, and his hands grip the steering wheel like he’s bracing for impact. I scoot closer across the seat, resting my hand on his thigh. His body relaxes just a little, and he drops one hand from the wheel to cover mine, grounding both of us.

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