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“What?” Wesley asked, turning to face me.
“I think we used the last condom earlier,” I said.
Wesley raised an eyebrow that screamed, “Are you serious?”
“What?” I asked.
“You haven’t slept with anyone in forever, and it’s been a year since I did. Just fuck me bare, baby. I know we’re both negative,” he said, and my cock throbbed at the invitation.
“Ar-are you sure?” I asked.
“Fuck yes,” Wesley said and shook his ass seductively at me. “Come on, Teddy. Give it to me.”
I snatched the lube and squirted a generous amount onto my cock on my way to him, then I dropped it to the floor and pinned him against the wall again.
He moaned even before I pressed my cock against his tight ring of muscle and eased myself inside him slowly. We might have been sleeping with each other for a while now, but I still wanted to be careful with him. I knew I wasn’t small, yet Wesley was always eager and enthusiastic to try and take me, even to his detriment. But I was determined to make sure he wouldn’t have a sore bottom later, so I gave him plenty of time and breathing space and a whole lot of kisses in the meantime.
“You’re such a tease,” he said when I was still pulling out of him after every thrust. “Am not.”
He chuckled.
“Come on, baby. I’ve been stretching myself. I can take you. Don’t be afraid,” he begged, and I throbbed.
I didn’t know why, but every time he pleaded to be fucked, I got even harder, if that was even possible.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered.
“You won’t. Just fuck me already,” Wesley said and parted his cheeks to give me unfettered access to his hole.
“Okay.” I bit my lip and drove myself inside him, watching as his tight hole expanded to let me in.
As requested, I kept going and going, Wesley’s moans encouraging me and making me even more desperate for release. When I’d pushed all the way in, I ran out of breath along with him, and we stayed still against each other, the only thing that could be heard between us, our racing hearts beating loud and in sync.
“Oh my god,” I managed to groan after a few moments.
“Tell me about it,” he panted, and I tried to slide out again, but Wesley put his hands on my hips and stopped me. “Just one more second.”
Another knot formed in my throat, and I swallowed it down as the rest of my body caught on fire from the inside out.
When Wesley eventually let go of me and I slid out and back in with far more ease, it was like my veins turned to lava and I could explode any second.
“Gosh, Teddy, that’s it. Fuck me nice and slow,” he whimpered, and I followed his instructions only because I didn’t want this moment to end. Because I wanted this to last forever.
There was nothing in the world that was as exhilarating and equally liberating as being connected to him, my Wesley, to knowing we were living, breathing, beating as one. To feel his heat collide with mine and become this sweaty mess of limbs and fast breaths.
I had no idea how long we kept going, but I knew after a while my legs hurt and I could only assume so did Wesley’s. I pulled out of him, took him by the hand, and guided him to bed, where I laid him on his back, then found my spot between his legs and returned my cock to its rightful place.
“How is this hotter?” he asked, and I didn’t even need him to elaborate. I knew exactly what he was talking about.
Looking at his gorgeous eyes when I fucked him was a whole other beast. It was almost hypnotizing. It was like…like making love. I never understood the concept until now. Then again, I didn’t understand a lot of concepts until I met him.
I got into a rhythm and he bucked his hips for easier, deeper access, and I choked down my moans in fear of Bear hearing us. That was the only downside to having such a small apartment. Noise carried like nobody’s business, but we had gotten so good at keeping the volume of our pleasure low and had even tested how much could be heard from outside the room. Still, it was torture having to keep quiet when my whole world was changing with every thrust, every whimper, every orgasm.
“Come here,” Wesley beckoned me closer, and I leaned down, locking my lips to his. Even though it restricted how much I could thrust into him, it only made me harder inside him, and I could feel more of him with the slightest move.
“God, you’re so hot,” I told him, feeling the recognizable sinking in my stomach and knowing I didn’t have much more gas left in the tank.
“Me? Have you looked at yourself?” he answered, and I shook my head.
