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With slow and steady movements, I begin rocking back and forth, figuring out what I like and finding the angles that hit all the right spots. I can feel Magnus everywhere. In my ass, in my mind, and in my heart. Every thrust is breathing something into me, making memore, and turning me into someone new.

The best part has to be the look on Magnus’s face. It’s nothing short of adoration, awe, and amazement. He’s looking at me the way I wished he always would, like I’m something to be treasured. Like I’m more than just a friend…like I’m his everything.

I crash my mouth against his because even though I love watching the way his eyes widen and his lips part, I want to be connected to him in more ways than one. I want to taste every moan and swallow every groan and inhale every breath.

I suck in a sharp breath and pant against his mouth when he takes an iron grip on my hips and begins bucking up into me. I try to reach for my neglected cock, chasing that orgasm that’s just out of reach, but he slaps my hand away. I can see that he wants to be in charge of my pleasure,hewants to be the reason I come undone.

And I let him. All I can do is whine and whimper and wail as he jacks me off. I can feel him almost expanding inside me, and I find my release the second warmth fills my ass and he lets out one last grunt that sounds a lot like my name.

He holds me close as we both come down from our highs, limbs tangled together, the sweat slick between us.

He kisses me and tells me how amazing I am. He praises me for how well I took him. He gently pulls out and turns me around so he can look at my hole that’s shining with proof of what he’s done. This moment couldn’t be more perfect.

Hopefully, one day he’ll feel like I feel too. The perfect pretty picture of us is becoming clearer and clearer by the second.

Chapter 13

Daniel

I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I am now.

Life as Magnus’s boyfriend is all I had hoped it would be. We’re still best friends— disagreeing every now and then, spending all our time together, making each other laugh—but this is infinitely better.

For a guy that said he couldn’t do relationships, he’s surprisingly awesome at being a boyfriend.

He dotes on me. Likeactually dotes. He’s picked up this habit of walking me to and from classes, holding doors open for me, and gifting me random and ridiculous shit throughout the day. He’s overtly affectionate, full of praise, and does anything and everything to make me happy.

Yeah, life is pretty fucking great.

The only thing that sucks is that winter break has crept up on us. For close to an entire month, we won’t be able to see each other. So, how are we passing the time until then?

By fucking as much as possible.

I throw my head back as water cascades down my face, some of it dripping into my mouth and making me choke, but I couldn’t care less. Magnus is taking his sweet time fucking me in the shower, his slow and calculated thrusts bringing me to heights I never imagined I could reach.

“Look how you whimper for me,” he teases, his breath hot on the back of my neck, his slick, wet chest pressed to my back. “Do you need to come, baby?”

“Yes, please,” I beg, knowing how much he loves it when I’m like this—pliant for him, eager, and completely at his mercy.

His thrusts speed up at my words and in no time at all, I’m coming against the shower’s tiled wall with Magnus following me right over the edge.

I’ll never get tired of this.

When we’re done washing each other for the second time, he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. “I’m going to miss you, boyfriend.”

“I’m going to miss you too, boyfriend,” I laugh, angling my head so I can press a quick peck on his lips. “I’m sorry I can’t bring you home with me.’

I would have definitely offered to take him with me, but my parents aren’t huge fans of my boyfriend. It’s not that I necessarily blame them. Magnus went fucking balls out when we first started Armory Prep, and the rumors of all the shit he got up to managed to make it stateside. For a fine and refined couple like the Levingsons, Magnus’s behavior was abhorrent. It’s definitely sullied his image in their eyes.

Well, not only that, but we’ve decided we’re going to keep this a secret from our parents for the time being. Once graduation is over and we go off to Harvard it’ll be different. We’ll be living together and there won’t be much they can do about it. Added to that, my parents don’t care that I’m gay, but Magnus’s parents are real dicks about his bisexuality. We’re hoping that it’ll eventually be easier for them to come to terms with who he is when they realize I’m the one he’s chosen to be with.

Chosen to be with. Damn, those words sound good.

“I can’t believe your parents aren’t taking you to Fiji,” I murmur as we step out of the shower, grabbing our towels and beginning to dry off.

“I can,” he snorts, running the towel through his soaked hair. “There’s no better vacation than a vacation away from me.”

Fuck, I really hate his fucking parents. I hate them for not seeing how amazing he is. I hate them for not treasuring the time they have with him. I hate them for making Magnus feel like he’s anything less than perfect.

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