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He caught Isley in the bedroom, grabbing him from behind. He lifted him clear of the floor to lick at the chocolate smearing his throat. The heady moan Isley made left him weak-kneed and his cock rock hard. His heart beat as fast as Laken’s as he squirmed against him, turning him into a sticky mess when his hands roamed over his body.

They tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs, mouths seeking all those smears as they rolled and laughed, tongues tickling flesh until Laken pinned Isley to the bed. Breathless and giddy and covered in stickiness, Laken’s chest constricted painfully at the glorious creature beneath him who was an utter mess but had never looked more lovely to him.

“How did I get so lucky?” His tone more serious than he intended, he swooped down and kissed Isley with all the feelings that he couldn’t express so easily.

The chocolatey kiss was sticky, messy and the best of Laken’s life when it held all that he craved—Isley.

“I love you,” Isley said against his wet mouth with so much sincerity, Laken’s nose burned with the tears that made his eyes ache.

He deepened the kiss, scared of failing this man. Of not being enough. The kiss confessed his emotions when he couldn’t speak them aloud.

Sticky hands held his face, forcing Laken to meet Isley’s gaze. “I don’t need the words as long as I know you’re with me in this. That’s all I want.”

“I am. Will you come to dinner at my parents' tomorrow, as my boyfriend?" he blurted out, hating the heat crawling into his cheeks. God, could he sound any cheesier?

“Love to,” Isley breathed into Laken’s mouth, delivering a soul searing kiss that curled his toes. They rolled once more with Isley on top, his hand everywhere at once. Then those tiny fingers latched onto his nipples and Laken couldn’t form a coherent thought.

Somewhere between the pinching and biting, Isley had gotten Laken’s throbbing cock inside his ass. “Too tight! Fuck my cock’s gonna burst open,” he moaned, his eyes scrunching tight at the onslaught of pain and pleasure. “Gonna hurt you.”

“No,” Isley moaned, sliding down another inch, his slick helping. But the lack of prep made Laken sweat as he tensed to stop pushing up.

“Feels so good. Feel you everywhere.” Isley pulled Laken’s hand to his smeared chest and placed it over his pounding heart. “Feel you here.”

His eyes ached at the struggle to hold his composure at how much those words made the world an impossible place to be without Isley.

“You have ruined me.” The raspy voice held emotion because he meant it. There would never be anyone who could fill the space inside him that Isley had taken up residence in.

“Good,” Isley whimpered, his ass meeting Laken’s thighs, stopping any further conversation. Isley didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath and reversed back up, completely fryinghis brain. His ass muscles squeezing Laken’s cock, leaving an imprint for sure. He thought he might pass out with the pain and pleasure warring together.

Then Isley reached up and tweaked his left nipple so hard he shot up, crying out Isley’s name as his cock pushed in fast and he came without warning. His large body shuddered as Isley’s lust-glazed eyes hooded and he used his thighs to fuck himself on Laken. All Laken could do was hold on to Isley’s waist and pray he’d stay conscious as his body seized in the grip of a violent release, spurt after spurt ripping from his ball in vicious tugs.

He inhaled the scent of cum and slick right as wetness hit his stomach, chest, and chin, and he groaned in satisfaction at his mate coming just as hard as him before he collapsed back on the bed, eyes shut, chest shuddering, tiny aftershocks of pleasure running through him.

Isley melted against him, panting like a race horse after a steeple chase.

Gleeful laughter filled his head, but Laken was too tired to figure out why his animal was doing cartwheels in his head.

Don't know what you’re up to, we’ll talk about this later.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Isley

Isley muttered and cursed his own silly behavior when he hated cleaning and had no clue how to get chocolate out of his carpets. He cast a crestfallen look at Laken as he came out of the bedroom with the dirty linen in his arms.

Isley should be ashamed, shouldn’t he? It really looked like someone had taken a crap all over his apartment. Then he vividly recalled how Laken had looked at him, and he threw up his hands in defeat. He’d do it all over again to hear Laken laugh so freely.

“You’re gonna need a professional carpet cleaner to get rid of those marks,” Laken observed, looking very flustered with his pink cheeks and sheepish grin.

“I’ll find one tomorrow. I’ve picked up the lumps.” Laken laughed uproariously, and Isley ran over what he said, then sniggered. “Yeah, with how it looks it could have been poop. I’m gonna have to explain this to whoever I get to clean it.”

Maybe Laken could do it?

When Laken finished putting the linen in the washing machine and switching it on, Isley practiced a pleading look.

Laken held up his empty hands. “No, no. I mean it, don’t look at me like that, I’m not doing it.”

Seeing as he didn’t sound at all confident in that, Isley didn’t alter his expression.