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“I only wanted you.”
His heart squeezed in his chest. “I haven’t been with anyone either.”
“Since we met?” Cruz’s smile was nearly blinding, and he groaned as Trevor eased in a second finger and scissored, opening him up. “You haven’t been with anyone?”
“I only wanted you,” Trevor mimicked, and Cruz closed his eyes again, his breathing going ragged as his hips began to move of their own accord, pushing to meet Trevor’s thrusting fingers. “I only want you.”
“Kiss me.” Cruz scrambled forward, a sudden desperation in his voice. “Oh, God, Trevor…kiss me.”
Trevor leaned down to give Cruz what he needed. The movement shifted his angle, and Cruz gasped when Trevor’s fingers slid deep, hitting his prostate. Trevor swallowed the sound and used his tongue to mimic the movement of his fingers.
Cruz kissed him wildly. His hips working in tandem with Trevor’s fingers now. His hand stroking his cock as it throbbed between them. Cruz clung to him, to the sheets. He moaned and groaned and begged as Trevor kissed him and stroked him deep, pushing him as close to the edge as he dared before Cruz pulled away with a gasp.
“Need you.”
“You’ve got me.”
“Inside,” Cruz all but hissed. “Get your dick inside me where it belongs.”
Trevor tried to smirk, but he was too far gone to know if he managed it. He loved those words. Loved that Cruz felt all of the same things he felt. That they belonged together. That they were always meant to be together like this. Joined. One.
Trevor pushed up and guided his sheathed cock to Cruz’s hole. “You ready for me, baby?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
“Then push…” Trevor began to shift his hips forward and felt Cruz do the same.
They both groaned when the ring of muscle gave, and Trevor slipped inside. Sweat broke out on his brow. He tried to hold himself back. He tried not to simply drive as deep as he could get. But Cruz was still pushing, pulling him closer by his hips so hard Trevor thought he would have bruises there tomorrow.
And he fucking loved that.
He wanted to mark Cruz. Claim him. He wanted Cruz to do the same for him. Someday, he’d let him. But for now this was enough. Having Cruz. Fitting their bodies together in the only way that mattered. The same way their hearts fit together. It was more than enough.
“More,” Cruz demanded when Trevor paused and drew back an inch before pressing in a little further. “Fuck me, Trevor. Don’t hold back. You won’t break me. Just let go.”
Trevor met Cruz’s eyes and saw the honesty there. The passion. The love. More importantly, he saw the trust. Cruz trusted him. Not just with his body but with his heart and his soul.
He belonged to Trevor.
It broke him. The last threads of control splintered, and Trevor groaned as his hips punched forward. The hot, slick slide made his eyes roll back in his head, and he only vaguely heard Cruz call out his name when he bottomed out inside him.
“You’re mine,” he growled as he pulled his hips back and slammed back in.
“Yours,” Cruz agreed without hesitation. “Oh, fuck, Trev… I’m close again.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
Trevor pushed Cruz’s leg back, giving himself more space to work. Cruz knew what he wanted and wrapped an arm around his other leg, pulling it up and back as well. The movement squeezed Cruz’s hole even tighter around Trevor’s length, and he moaned as he did what Cruz asked and simply let go.
He thrust and thrust and thrust again. He kissed Cruz everywhere. Traced his hands over his body. Held him down and levered himself into him again and again. He lost his mind, lost his sanity, lost his grip on his tightly wound control. He let go, and he found himself all at the same time.
This was where he belonged. Cruz was right. This was the man he was meant to be. Always. Cruz’s man. His lover. His boyfriend. His everything. Everything else melted away in those moments, and all of his doubts and fears, all of his reasons for playing it safe and living a lie, they all paled in comparison to the life he could have if he simply gave in to what he wanted and what he needed.
“Cruz.”
“Mmm…”
“Say it again. Say you’re mine.”
