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That lovely stretch combined with the suction on his dick made Daniel see stars. He gasped and pushed out, inviting Edward deeper. Another grumbling moaning sound came from Edward as he pushed his fingers deeper. He crooked them and brushed the tips over Daniel’s prostate.
“Yes!” Daniel shouted.
Edward pulled off his dick. “So fucking responsive. You’re a treasure, do you know that?”
Daniel didn’t know anything of the sort. Right then, he only knew pleasure and the ache for more. “More,” he breathed.
Edward reached for a condom and rolled it down his length slowly, his eyes on Daniel the whole time as he then lubed himself up. Daniel’s mouth hung open as he panted and when he moved to roll over, Edward stopped him and kept him on his back.
“Like this,” he whispered. “So I can see your face.”
God, his heart was just going to jump from his chest. Anticipation had Daniel shaking inwardly, and he hoped it didn’t show as he brought his legs up high. Edward came over him, kissing him even as he slowly pushed inside his body. They both groaned that time, and Daniel’s eyes shut as he felt the intense pressure of invasion. Edward pulled back, then pushed in again and when Daniel opened his eyes, it was to find the man watching him, eyes half-lidded, mouth soft and red from all the kissing.
They stared at each other, and Daniel felt something else moving in his chest. He realized that while he’d been trying not to fall in love with this man, he had at some point. He felt it there, huge and hot, the intense knot in his chest that told him this was the one man he could happily spend his life with. And this didn’t feel like any sort of casual sex—not the way Edward was looking at him. The way he lovingly moved inside his body and came back down for kisses. Daniel gasped at one particularly strong thrust, his hands balling up the sheets before he let go to wrap them around Edward, who’d buried his face in Daniel’s neck.
The slide of his sweaty chest over Daniel’s, the heavy plunges of that gorgeous cock, the way he cradled one side of Daniel’s head with his large palm—it all rolled together into a sensation overload. Daniel’s dick rubbed against Edward’s stomach and he could feel the crisp hair and sweat. He shut his eyes, trying to take it all in.
No, this wasn’t in any way casual sex, and he knew that Edward was feeling it too. He could tell in the way he stroked his hair and moved his body. The soft grunts in his ear. He spread his legs more, bringing his body up to meet each thrust, and Edward let out a ragged gasp, his face turning to press his lips to the spot right under Daniel’s ear.
It hit Daniel that this was possibly the last time they’d ever have sex. The stab of pain that gave him made him suck in a breath, and he hoped it was attributed to pleasure instead of the severe ache that realization gave him.
“Yes,” Edward hissed. “Move with me.”
Daniel did, raising his ass into each thrust, the heavy glide inside him making him gasp over and over. Small whimpers left his lips, and he couldn’t stop them any more than he could stop holding Edward as close as he could. Edward’s skin was slick with sweat under his palms as Daniel ran his hands down to clutch at Edward’s ass.
The way they were moving together—it was everything. Everything Daniel had wanted to feel when it came to sex and never had. He turned his face, seeking out Edward’s lips and found them. Edward panted against his mouth, and he took his air deep into his lungs, holding another part of him inside his body.
“So good,” Edward whispered, his tongue coming out to trace Daniel’s bottom lip. “You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you,” Daniel said, his voice ragged from the pleasure. He groaned and pressed his dick into Edward’s stomach and Edward came up, leaning on one arm so he could grasp Daniel’s length in his fist. He stroked him in time with the movements of his hips. The dual sensations made Daniel’s eyes roll back into his head. He opened his mouth to try and get more air into his tight lungs.
Nothing had ever felt this good in his life, and his head was a whirl of pleasure and pain because a part of him still knew this wasn’t going to last. That after tomorrow, he’d have no more excuses to stay with Edward. Hell, after tomorrow, they could be dead.
He loved him. He’d somehow fallen in love with the man in a short span of time and from the way Edward was making love to him, he thought maybe those feelings were returned. If it wasn’t love, it was at least some kind of attachment. Every stroke of his body and his hand felt more like a promise than something temporary.
