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He shows his brute force when, after he slides out just as slowly, he plows into me. My whole body slides up the bed, and he shows his finesse in the wicked way his tongue plays with mine.
His hips move in perfect symphony with his mouth and he plays me like a well-tuned instrument, handles my pleasure as expertly as he handles the puck, and I’ve never been closer to heaven than when he pulls back and groans loudly—just as promised.
“Fuck, Si, you feel so fucking good around me. So hot and perfect.”
“For you,” I agree. “Just for you.”
“Mine,” he growls, and thrusts hard once, twice, hitting my prostate without mercy.
“Gonna come,” he warns, then he kneels up, stops for a moment as he spreads my legs open wider, and places my thighs over his. He pulls my hips up and keeps me there, half suspended in the air with one hand, and circles my dick with the other.
He looks like a god kneeling up, his abs contracting with every movement of his hips, and it’s the best porn ever. His jaw clenches as his eyes shine bright with every ounce of pleasure he’s giving both of us.
It takes three pumps of his hand and five hard thrusts into me, and when I feel him spill inside me, I know in my heart this was always the way it was supposed to be.
Him and me, together.
Everything we’ve been through, all my actions and reactions, I can’t regret any of them, because they’ve brought me to this moment.
Where nothing else matters.
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Ivan
When I stop shakingfrom the tsunami of an orgasm I just experienced, my eyes focus on Si again. Breathing hard with his arms still stretched up and tied to the bedframe, he’s the sexiest man on the planet.
No competition.
And he’s with me. He was begging me to fuck him, to make him come. He trustsmeto tie him up and have my way with him.
Every feeling imaginable builds up inside me at once, and a sob bursts out of me before fall onto him and bury my face against his chest.
He’s really here.
He’s going to stay.
He loves me.
Helovesme.
I can’t fucking lose him again.
I don’t know exactly how we’re going to deal with the whole hockey thing, but I’m going to demand we put our heads together and figure it the fuck out as soon as I can stop sobbing on him.
“Vinny,” he snaps, and the sharp tone has me looking up, alarmed, and honestly, if I hadn’t known him since I was born, I’d probably be embarrassed that I just cried all over him after coming my brains out.
But this is Silas, this is us—there’s no room for embarrassment here.
“Wh-what?” I ask between sobs and wipe at my nose.
“Untie me so I can hug you.” He says it like it’s not the first time he’s said it, and I guess I was kinda lost in my head there for a minute, but I reach up—still crying—and undo the knot quickly, then I lose all my strength and crumble next to him.
He only makes it worse when he wraps his arms around me and pulls me in tight.
“Shh. It’s okay, Vinny. I’ve got you.”
This is so fucking stupid.
