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“I’ll probably text you a lot,” Troy warned.

“You’d better.” Harris kissed his nose. “I take a mean dick pic.”

Troy cracked up, which made Harris crack up. “What does that even mean?” Troy gasped.

“You’ll see.”

Troy got himself under control and said, “I wouldn’t mind a dick pic. Your dick is adorable.”

Harris thunked his forehead against Troy’s chest. “Adorable?” he groaned.

“I like it.” Troy kissed the top of Harris’s head and said, “I’d like to have it...in me.”

Harris’s head shot up. “Tonight?”

“If that’s okay.”

“Super okay. You’ve done it before, right?”

“Yeah. Been a while, but I like it.”

Harris sat up, straddling Troy’s thighs, and rubbed his hands together excitedly. “This is going to rule.”

Troy laughed, and then moaned when Harris took his dick in his mouth. Troy had only been half hard, due to all the laughter and conversation, but he went rigid in seconds.

It took a while for Troy to get relaxed enough to take even Harris’s fingers comfortably, but Harris was patient and encouraging, and, frankly, skilled. He was giving Troy’s prostate more attention than it had ever gotten before, and Troy was losing his mind, writhing and gushing precome. He’d never come from prostate stimulation alone before, but in that moment it felt possible.

“Good?” Harris asked, checking in.

Troy could only give a strangled laugh, and a slurred, “So fucking good.”

“I have an awesome vibrator I could use on you. It makes me come so hard it almost hurts.”

Fuck, Troy really wanted to do that. Someday. Not now.

“Not tonight. Want you, Harris. Please.”

Harris kissed his knee. “Okay.”

He slowly withdrew his fingers, and Troy did some deep breathing to deal with the temporary sensation of emptiness. Harris got a condom and lube on, and finally lined himself up.

“You are so beautiful,” Harris said. His voice was quieter than Troy had ever heard it. “How are you even real?”

“I’m real. Please fuck me,” Troy practically whimpered.

Troy’s back arched at the first press of Harris’s cock against his entrance. Harris entered him in one slow, sweet slide until Troy felt wonderfully stretched and full.

“Still good?” Harris asked.

Troy nodded. “Kiss me?”

Harris leaned down, and they kissed so tenderly it was somehow more overwhelming than being penetrated. Then Harris began to thrust. He kept it slow, and that was okay. Troy just kept kissing him as a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with sexual release. He’d bottomed before, but he’d never felt this. He felt cared for, in the way Harris was kissing him, touching him, fucking him. Like nothing bad would ever happen to Troy again if Harris could help it.

And god, Troy hoped Harris knew it went both ways. He hoped Harris could feel how important he was in the way Troy was kissing him back, and the way he was clenching around Harris’s cock, reluctant to let him go.

They rocked together for a blissful, immeasurable stretch of time, Harris murmuring sweet things that Troy couldn’t quite process.

“I’m close,” Harris eventually rasped against Troy’s lips. “Stroke yourself. Come with me.”

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