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“Oh, fuck me!” he whispered. “Hard!”

Well, ask and he would receive.

That was for damn sure.

Gene took him, and the whole time, he kept him pinned to the bed, helpless to slip away.

That fear had him by the balls. Truthfully, Gene was afraid he’d wake up and Ethan would be gone again.

It would kill him.

“Never leave me again,” he said, taking his ass roughly. With each word, he drove home, taking what was his. “When I said you were mine, EJ, I meant it!”

Ethan whimpered and moaned, his erection rubbing against Gene’s body as he fucked him.

“Promise me that you’ll never run again!” he ordered.

Ethan was struggling to focus.

He was on the cusp of cumming, and Gene wasn’t letting up.

“SAY IT!”

Ethan focused, giving his lover what he needed.

“I’ll never run from you again,” he promised. “I swear on my life. I’ll always be yours!” he whispered, knowing for a fact that Gene had to have overheard Callen.

There was no doubt in his mind.

At his promise, Gene slammed home, hitting that one spot over and over again, and sending Ethan over the edge.

He came hard, cum erupting all over their chests, and still, Gene kept fucking him.

“Oh, God!” Ethan shouted, as he was flipped over, and pinned face down as Gene went back to his fucking.

Honestly, Gene was incredibly strong, and Ethan didn’t think he’d be able to get out from under him if he tried.

Not that he would.

As he was fucked, Gene knew he only had one more in him, so he was holding off as long as he could.

“The next time you run, I will find you, and I’ll drag you home,” he threatened. “I will punish you in ways you’ll never forget!”

Ethan knew he’d never leave again.

Ever.

No matter what happened, he would trust in the fact that he could run to Gene. God knew he couldn’t run home to Callen.

Not now.

Not ever.

The love of his life had proved he could run toward him, and he’d catch him.

“I won’t,” he whispered, as his body was overwhelmed with the fucking. “Oh, God!” he shouted, as he was being forced to cum again by his body rubbing against the bed.

He fell into the pleasure, and he didn’t want it to ever stop.