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Kaz pressed his hips against Miles’s ass, the feel of his hard cock making him whimper.
“Yes,” Kaz said, his voice deep and gravelly. “Right here.”
His pants were unceremoniously undone and shoved down to sit around his thighs. He heard Kaz spit into his hands, and then fingers were between his cheeks, pushing inside him with a force that should’ve made him tell Kaz to fuck off. Instead, he moaned and rocked back on Kaz’s fingers.
He needed this so fucking much.
He needed Kaz.
He somehow managed to spot the cooking oil on the counter through the haze of lust and reached for it. His fingers wrapped around the bottle, but he didn’t get to pull it toward them before Kaz took it out of his hand and shoved it back across the counter.
“You think I haven’t been prepared since the day you arrived? I’ve been patient, Sweetheart. Very fucking patient.”
Kaz’s breath was hot against the side of his neck, and he barely registered the sound of a drawer opening and closing. Kaz’s fingers disappeared only to press back inside him mere seconds later, now lubed up.
Kaz spread his fingers as he drove them inside him, and the need for more nearly blinded him.
He spread his legs as much as he could with his pants around his thighs. He held onto the edge of the counter, his head dropping forward as he panted, rocking back against Kaz. He’d dreamed of this. He’d feared it. But Kaz felt so good pressed against his back that he couldn’t find it in himself to care.
He didn’t want Kaz to stop. He didn’t want this to ever stop.
Lips found the side of his neck, and he tilted his head to the side to give Kaz better access.
Oh, he was such a fool. Such a needy fucking fool.
Kaz was everything he shouldn’t want, and everything he craved. Rough. Possessive. Unrelenting. All-consuming.
Kaz pulled back, soft curses filling the air.
Miles couldn’t think enough to say anything. All he could do was react, moans spilling out of him with every brush of Kaz’s fingers on his prostate.
“Miles?”
Kaz’s voice was strained. He was holding back. He was asking for permission, and he would be damned if he didn’t give it to him. There wasn’t a single part of him that protested as he nodded, a plea on his lips.
Kaz’s fingers disappeared, and a second later, they were replaced by the head of Kaz’s thick cock. Kaz slid inside him, spreading him wide and filling him like no one else had in fourteen years.
Kaz was all over him. Hands trailing down his body. Lips pressing kisses up the side of his neck. Kaz’s scent the only thing he could smell. That deep, husky voice washing over him.
Kaz pulled his hips back and snapped forward, driving his cock deep inside Miles, who fought to catch his breath, the stretch and friction feeling so damned good. Kaz fucked him like he’d been holding back for too long. He touched and kissed him with desperation. As if he might disappear. As if he might stop Kaz.
He didn’t have it in him to tell Kaz that it wouldn’t happen. That he couldn’t walk away because he felt that desperation just the same.
Kaz was whispering about how good he felt and how much he wanted him. He wanted so desperately to believe it was real. To believe Kaz cared. That Kaz could be his again. That this was Kaz claiming him.
Hips slammed against him, Kaz’s hard thrusts driving him up onto his toes, and all he could do was arch his back and moanwhen he took Kaz deeper, the new angle making Kaz’s cock hit his prostate just right.
He bit his lip to keep any sounds in, but it was to no avail because Kaz pulled his lip from his teeth with his thumb, breath hot against his ear as he said, “Let them hear. Hear how desperate you are for me.”
“Oh fuck,” he hissed.“Kaz.”
Fingers dug into his hips, and he knew he’d be bruised tomorrow. He relished the thought of having Kaz’s mark on him to a depraved level he’d never admit to.
The slide of Kaz’s cock inside him, the continued press on his prostate, pushed him closer to the edge. He could barely string together a thought. All he could think of was Kaz.
Kaz. Kaz.Kaz.
The man was taking over everything. His mind. His body. His senses. He wanted to drown in Kaz, but he didn’t want this to end. It felt too right, being together like this again.
