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Fingers replaced the tongue, and he couldn’t focus on anything except the feel of them putting pressure on his prostate and the tight heat surrounding his cock as Miles took him deep in his mouth and swallowed around him.
“Miles,” he gasped out, groaning loudly. “Fuck, that feels good.”
He pushed onto his elbows to watch, his hands grasping at the sheets. Fuck. Miles looked damned good with his cock spreading his lips wide.
“God. Fuck.”
Miles looked up, and he knew what he was waiting for. What he needed from him.
“Please,” he gasped out, need straining his voice. “Please, fuck me, Miles.”
Miles’s eyes darkened, and he let Kaz’s legs drop from his shoulders to move off the bed, reaching for the duffel bag on the floor. He returned seconds later with lube in hand.
He bit his lip hard as he watched Miles pour lube into his hand before fisting his cock, stroking slowly to spread it out. He grabbed hold of the sheets above his head, precome slipping down his cock from how much he wanted to touch Miles, how much he craved feeling Miles slide inside him. Taking him. Claiming him.
Miles settled on his knees between Kaz’s legs, and he wrapped them around the man’s waist, needing him closer.
He felt the head of Miles’s cock at his entrance and blew out a breath, relaxing into the mattress. Miles held his gaze as he pushed forward, the head of his cock stretching his hole.Fuck.It felt so damned good.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered when Miles slid inside him, filling him with his thick cock.
Miles stilled, and it was as if time did, too, as he looked up into amber eyes that held everything he’d dreamed of for years.
“I love you,” Miles breathed, moving his hips in shallow thrusts. “Even when I tried, I could never hate you.”
“Please.”
Miles dropped forward, hands finding Kaz’s, fingers intertwining as he pressed their hands into the mattress above Kaz’s head. Miles pulled back his hips, the thick head of his cock spreading Kaz’s hole and making him cry out.
Miles snapped his hips forward, driving hard and deep into Kaz, who arched off the bed with a loud moan. He felt Miles everywhere. On his skin. With every shaky breath he took. Every slide of Miles’s cock inside him. He felt him break down every single wall he’d ever built around his heart, those golden eyes taking his breath away with the intense want and love shining in them as Miles looked down at him.
He pulled a hand free from Miles’s grip to slide it up Miles’s sweat-slicked chest to wrap his fingers lightly around his throat. Lust darkened Miles’s eyes, and his thrusts got harder, wilder. There was nothing like watching Miles like this. Nothing like making him lose control. He fucking lived for moments like this.
“Miles,” he gasped out in warning, his grip tightening around Miles’s throat.
“I’m right there with you,” Miles groaned, hips slamming against Kaz with a vigor that had the headboard ramming against the wall.
Miles leaned down, lips finding the side of Kaz’s neck, trailing down until he pressed a kiss to Kaz’s chest. To the tattoo there. Then his mouth was on Kaz’s, swallowing his endless moans as the man drove his cock into him at a relentless pace.
Fourteen years ago, Miles had fucked him like he was punishing him, and back then, he probably had been. Not that he would ever complain. But this? Fuck. Miles was staking his claim; he was making sure Kaz knew he loved every part of him, and for once in his life, it felt like all of him might actually be worth loving.
A few strokes of Miles’s hand on his cock pushed him over the edge. Pleasure spread through his body, leaving him gasping and shaking under Miles, who kept thrusting, kept stroking, until he could barely think.
He whimpered when Miles pulled out, but one look at Miles stroking his cock as he looked down at him, and he was begging again, begging Miles to claim him, to mark him, to make him his.
Miles gasped Kaz’s name, his head thrown back as his hot come painted Kaz’s chest white. He looked so fucking sinful like that, eyes dark with pleasure, lips parted as he panted for breath, and his cock spent from claiming Kaz.
He dropped his head back against the mattress, chest heaving as he let his eyes fall shut.
“Fuck. I love it when you do that,” he mumbled, sounding almost coherent.
He felt Miles’s body on top of his, and then lips found his mouth in a soft kiss that took his breath away. He held onto Miles, keeping him pressed against him as if he could keep him there for all eternity, and when Miles whispered those three words against his lips, he believed him.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Miles
HE BLINKED, scrunching his face up. He was hot. Why was he hot? He tried to roll over, but a wall of muscles was in his way.Kaz.That’s why he was hot. The man was firmly pressed against his back, one arm wrapped around his middle, trapping him against his broad chest.
