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My fingers were gone in an instant. A balloon leaking air, his whole body sagged, as though I’d pulled a magical plug and he might never be filled again.
“The couch,” Mateo rasped.
Not wanting to wait, I lifted him off the ground and deposited him onto the couch. It was ugly as sin and bore more cooties than an entire school cafeteria, but it would have to do.
Tossing Mateo’s legs over my shoulders, I gripped my cock and guided it toward his entrance, sliding the tip back and forth, teasing him with every stroke, every motion.
“Damn it, Shane, shove inside me!”
“Beg for me,” was all I said as I stuck my tip inside him and froze. His asshole clenched but couldn’t hold its grip, and I slipped free.
“Please, baby. Give yourself to me. I want all of you, Shane. No stopping or condoms or anything. I want to be yours for real.”
My breath and voice and everything else slammed into my throat. He wantedallof me? I’d never given that to anyone. Ever. I knew we were both negative. He’d been tested with his annual pre-season physical, and I hadn’t been with anyone other than Mateo since my last test. Still, this was a massive step.
There would be nothing between us.
Nothing but us.
Together as one.
Fuck me, I wanted this, wanted him, wanted to feel inside him with nothing but our hearts and cocks and . . . damn it, I loved this man and wanted everything he could give me.
But . . .
Mateo’s hands found my hips and pulled me toward him.
My tip slid in again. He held me there. His eyes searched mine, never leaving me, willing me to join my life to his.
I let him pull me deeper, maybe a quarter of the way.
He winced.
I froze.
Then, without warning, he pulled me all the way into him until my cock slammed into the back wall of some barrier deep inside him.
“Oh, fuck,” was all I said.
“Stay right there,” he whispered, one hand reached up to stroke my cheek, his eyes boring into mine with such heat, such intensity . . . such unbounded love. “You’re mine, Shane Douglas. I claim you . . . and I give myself to you.”
I stared down at that beautiful man and knewwonder filled my eyes.
Hell, it filled my chest and heart and soul, too.
“You’re fucking mine,” were the words that came out as I pulled my hips back and slid into him again.
And again.
And again.
By the time we finished, and Mateo was filled with my life, we were both coated in sweat and gym filth and the glorious stench of sex. Mateo didn’t let me pull out; rather, he held me close atop him, bade me stay inside him and not move. He said he wanted to be one person with me for as long as we could, and I couldn’t imagine anywhere else I’d rather be.
Too few minutes passed before Mateo stirred.
“I have to get to the pizza party. They’ll lose their minds if I don’t show up, at least for a while.”
I wiggled my hips, causing my dick to throb inside him.
