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He pumped his fingers in and out of Miles, adding a third just to hear Miles’s whimpered pleas for more. For him.
“Lube,” Miles gasped out, one hand flapping in the air in an attempt to point somewhere.
Miles didn’t have a nightstand, but there was a duffel bag lying on the floor next to the head of the bed. Kaz pulled out his fingers and moved off the bed, reaching for the bag and upending it, watching as the few things inside fell out across the floor. He swiped up a tube of lube and poured some onto his fingers, spreading it out to warm it a bit. He turned back to Miles, his breath catching in his throat at the erotic sight. Mileshad his ass in the air, resting on his knees and forearms, cock hard between his legs.
He put one hand on Miles’s hip and pushed, making him drop to his back with a confused huff. He spread Miles’s legs and settled between them, wet fingers going to his hole while he lowered his head to wrap his lips around Miles’s cock, groaning at the salty taste hitting his tongue.
“Fuck, Kaz,” Miles exclaimed, hands landing on top of his head.
Miles rocked back on his fingers, a slew of curses escaping his lips as he grasped Kaz’s hair, his hold just tight enough to send sparks of lust through him.
He slowed down his movement on Miles’s cock when the man began to get frantic, not wanting him to come yet. He wanted so fucking desperately to be inside him when he came. He wanted to feel that ass clamp around his cock as Miles came all over himself.
He pulled his fingers out of Miles and let his cock drop from between his lips, straightening to look at the man he wanted to fucking worship. Sweat sheened across Miles’s skin, his blonde hair plastered across his forehead, his muscles rippling as he breathed hard, and a blush crawled across his chest and up his neck. He was gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.
“What do you want?”
Miles watched him with pure need in his eyes, lips slightly parted as his chest rose and fell more rapidly.
“I want you inside me. I want you to make me yours.”
The desperate need surging through him was dizzying. He wanted to make Miles his more than he wanted his next breath. He wanted to put his fucking name on Miles for all to see. He wanted to see Miles in a cut withProperty of Kazon the back. He wanted to own every part of Miles the way Miles had always owned every part of him.
“Grab the headboard.”
Miles’s eyes widened, and a soft, “Fuck,” fell from his lips.
Miles licked his lips, the heat in his gaze fucking scorching, and then he turned around, hands finding the top of the iron headboard, leaving Kaz with one hell of a view. All that creamy skin on display, twin dips right above his gorgeous, round ass. He slapped it just because he could, and if Miles’s responding moan was any indication, he was more than welcome to do it again.
He reached for the lube, pouring some into his hand to stroke it across his aching cock, not caring that he was being presumptuous.
He moved behind Miles, reaching around him to run his hands up the man’s chest while he pressed his hips against his ass, hard cock sliding between Miles’s cheeks.
“Kaz,” Miles gasped out, his body trembling. “Please.”
“Easy,” he muttered, lining up the head of his cock with Miles’s hole. “Condom?”
He used one earlier and hated it. He didn’t want anything between them. He wanted all of Miles. He wanted to claim every single fucking inch of him.
“Fuck no,” Miles said, shaking his head.
“Thank fuck,” he muttered and pushed forward. He went slowly as he sank inside Miles, biting his lip to stave off a hiss. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, the tight heat shoving him dangerously close to the edge.
He grabbed Miles by the hips, fingers digging in as he pulled Miles back, making him fuck himself on his cock. A deep groan escaped Miles, whose hands were clenched tight on the top of the headboard.
“That’s it. Let me see how much you want my cock.”
He watched his cock sliding in and out of Miles’s tight ass, the sight, the sensations, put his memories and fantasies to shame. Miles had never felt better as he used him to pleasure himself.
Miles moved frantically, chasing that pleasure Kaz felt simmering at the base of his spine, too. But it wasn’t enough, and they both knew it.
“Please,” Miles whispered, his breathing erratic and his body shaking. “Kaz, please.”
He thrust hard into Miles, giving him the claiming he was begging for. The claiming they both needed.
“Fuck, Sweetheart. You feel so fucking good,” he moaned, snapping his hips faster.
He’d only fucked Miles a few times, including Miles’s first time, and every single time, he’d felt the most intense pleasure and need. Miles drove him into a frenzy. When he was with Miles like this, the storm inside him settled, though another wicked storm always brewed. He doubted Miles would complain.
