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“I love you,” I rasped against his lips. “I could never love anyone the way I fucking love you, boy. Do you get that?” I grasped his face in my hands, stroking my thumbs over his damp cheeks, needing to see those freckles unmarred by tears. “I wanted to be the good guy. Wanted to sacrifice everything I wanted just so you could have a bright, happy future. But dammit, baby, if you need me to be selfish instead, I’ll gladly be the most selfish fucking asshole you’ve ever met.”
His bottom lip trembled, and he tugged me closer, his gray eyes glassy. “Please be selfish,” he croaked, desperation lacing his words.
I kissed him again, walking him back toward the bed. He stumbled a couple of times, too lost in our lips moving together and the way I stroked my tongue over his to really focus on where he was putting his feet. But that was fine because like always, I was right there to catch him and set him back on course. Always ready to protect him, guide him, and keep him safe.
“Tango,” he whimpered when the back of his legs bumped into the mattress.
I pulled back just enough to look down at him, my chest rising and falling as fast as his. I was so fucking drunk on him. There was no way I could turn back now. He’d begged me to be selfish, and fuck, I couldn’t deny him anything. “If you say yes, I’ll strip you and fuck you right now. Make you mine.” He licked his lips, his gray eyes going all hazy. It was so fucking beautiful. “If you say no, we’ll stop here. I’ll still be yours. Always. And we can take this slower.”
Even if my cock felt like it was going to rip right through my fucking jeans. If he didn’t want sex right now, I would stop everything and rub one out later, just as I’d been doing for fucking weeks now. Gabriel had enough trauma to supply a whole fucking military branch. I wouldn’t be surprised if he put a stop to this right now.
“Yes,” he whispered.
I blinked, staring at him for a moment as that single word—that fucking single word of permission—fell from his sweet lips. And then, I growled, nipping at his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth. My patience snapped. Every bit of restraint, every goddamn moment of wanting him came spilling out of my pores. There was no stopping it now that my sweet boy had opened the flood gates.
“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” I rasped.
He shook his head. “I don’t want gentle, Tango. I just want you.”
I tugged his shirt over his head, and when he tugged at the fabric of mine, a low whine crawling up his throat, I tugged mine off too before tugging him against me, moaning at the sensation of us being skin-on-skin. He was so much smaller than me. My bigger, more muscular frame easily dwarfed his, and it only made me want him more.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasped, my teeth scraping along his jaw. He moaned when I sucked at the skin right behind his ear, and my cock throbbed in answer. “I can’t get enough of you. Need to be inside of you,” I growled, my hands already working the button of his jeans apart.
“Please,” he begged, his voice breathy and low. He began sucking at the skin of my neck, his nails scouring down my chest. I moaned at the pain and shoved his jeans down his legs until he was only standing in his tight boxer briefs, his cock hard and leaking, creating a wet spot on the front of them.
“Undress me, baby boy,” I rumbled.
He didn’t waste a beat. Without a hint of shyness that I had expected from him, Gabriel unbuckled my belt and then unsnapped my jeans. He shoved them down my thighs, his eyes widening when he realized I wasn’t wearing anything beneath them. My cock slapped up against my belly, precum glistening on the tip.
“Fuck…” he whispered reverently. A shiver raced down my spine.
I already knew what his cock looked like—thick and veiny, bigger than I thought someone of his size would be. And my mouth salivated at the thought of wrapping my lips around him. I was desperate to have his cum flood my mouth.
I hooked my fingers in the band of his briefs, and when he nodded, I tugged them down until they slid down his legs by themselves, pooling on the floor. Then, I gripped his hips and lifted him so I could lay him across the mattress. A shaky breath left his lungs as I ran my eyes over him.
“Lube,” I growled. I needed to be inside of him, but I needed to stretch him first. He wasn’t going to be able to take me without prep.
My boy’s cheeks flushed, and he licked his lips. “There’s olive oil in the kitchen.”
Fuck, it would have to do.
I pointed a stiff finger at him as I stood from the mattress. “Stay.”
He nodded. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I rushed out of the room and into the kitchen. I found the olive oil stashed in the cabinet above the stove and snatched it out before making my way back to the bedroom, already pouring some onto my fingers. Gabriel swallowed thickly when I came back into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me to retain some of the warmth inside our room.
I crawled onto the bed between his thighs and licked a stripe up his cock. He whined, his back arching, his head falling back onto the mattress. When I slid a slick finger inside his tight hole, I swirled my tongue around his tip, licking up the precum there.
God, he tasted so. Damn. Good.
Gabriel moaned like a little whore, his heels digging into the mattress. I fucked him with that one finger, licking at his pretty cock like it was a lollipop.
“Tango, please, fuck. More,” he begged, his breath sawing from his lungs, making his words choppy and breathless. “Need more.”
I slid my finger out and then slipped back in with two, spreading him apart and then stroking over his prostate. He cried out, his fingers sliding over my skull. I swallowed his cock to the back of my throat, moaning around him as I fucked my fingers into him, stretching him to prepare him to take my cock.
I was aching for him.
