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Nathan feltcrazy with it by the time Simon finallypressed their cocks together. Nathan cried out,the contact feeling so good he could barely stand it.
Simon shudderedabove him.“Fuck, baby.You’re so hard already.”
Nathan noddedjerkily,moaning asSimon sucked on his tongue, bit his lip.
“What do youwant?” Simon’s voice was dark, a hot tease against Nathan’sear.
“Fuck me.Please, Si, I just want—make me take it. I just—I just wanna beyours.”
Simon’s handclenched in Nathan’s hair, teeth biting his neck as if he’d beenovercome with some animal urge that was too hard to curb. Nathanfelt pinned by some primordial instinct—of prey, ofsubmission.
Simon’s handswere scorching as they undressed Nathan carefully, lovingly,pulling his own clothes off perfunctorily. Nathan clung to him evenas Simon stretched to grab the lube from the bedside table,shivering as he watched it drip onto Simon’s fingers.
Simon pulled away a little as Nathan parted hislegs, watching with a look of complete awe as his finger rubbedagainst Nathan’s hole. Even that had Nathan trembling, he wanted itso fucking bad.
“Please. Please, please,” Nathan begged—he couldn’ttake it anymore, not having Simon inside him.
“Yeah,” Simon said, sounding like he’d been hit overthe head as he pushed the finger inside.
It was barely a stretch, really, but it was anintrusion, a shift from how his body normally operated, whatit normally let itself have. Simon watched as he slid in and out ofNathan, his mouth parted, cheeks flushed a bright red.
“Simon,” Nathan whined. Simon’s eyes flickered tohim as if he were breaking out of a trance.
“Wait, here.” He shoved a pillow under the small ofNathan’s back, propping a knee over his shoulder so that Nathan wasspread open. He kissed the pale and vulnerable skin of Nathan’sinner thigh as he pushed a finger inside him.
The stretch was slow. Just the very edges ofpleasure—more from the thought of it than anything else.
“Ready for two?” Simon murmured into his skin.
“Yes,” Nathan replied emphatically. He’d beenready a fucking week ago.
Simon’s fingers weren’t thick, but they were long,and, Jesus, the fuckingstretchof him deep inside. Nathan’ships moved on their own, head tilted and neck exposed as he lethimself feel.
“That’s it,” Simon crooned. “Fuck, baby, look atyou. Can’t fucking—can’t fucking stand—”
Simon finally released Nathan’s leg, archingforwards for a brutal kiss. Nathan moaned loudly, wanting to beeaten up in chunks, devoured slowly. Simon stretched him on twofingers until Nathan was begging for a third, for Simon to justhurry the fuck up.
Simon pulled away to get more lube and watch threefingers thrusting into Nathan again and again and again. Thesquelch of it was obscene. There was slick dripping onto thesheets.
Simon crooked his fingers, making Nathan jolt andmoan as he was lit up from the inside.
“You have no fucking idea how many times I’vethought about having you spread out just like this,” Simon saidlowly. His eyes were dark—not angry, but so intense they pinnedNathan to the bed.
“Me too. Fuck, me too.”
“No. Not like this, you didn’t. I fucking…it’s sick,what I want.”
Nathan frowned and shook and moaned as Simon rubbedhis prostate again. “No…” he tried, but he could barely get theword out through the pleasure.
“Yeah. Yeah, it is. I fucking…do you know how muchit fucking kills me that you’ve done this with somebody else? Thatsomebody else fucked you? I just…” Simon laughed humourlessly,spreading his fingers inside Nathan. “I want you to never look atanybody else, never think of anybody else like this. Want you toknow every single second of every single day that you’remine. That nobody can ever fucking touch you the way Ido.”
“They—nobody did. Nobody has,” Nathan choked out. “Ilied. Simon, I lied.”
Simon froze. They stared at each other, mirrorimages, flushed and panting, eyes wild. “Don’t fucking say that ifit isn’t—”
“I lied. It’s just you. It’s just you, Si. I triedso hard not to want you but I couldn’t, would think about youfucking me and just couldn’t—”
Simon pushed his fingers in deep as he kissedNathan, biting and licking into him. Nathan arched into it. “You’refucking mine,” Simon growled.
