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“I have condoms,” he snorted. “I wasn’t planning on being a monk while I was here. I knew there would be times when I could go into town. But with you…I figured I didn’t need them, and it was definitely a turn-on thing.”

“You want me to come inside you, huh?” I asked with a smirk.

“You got it,” he said with a sly grin and handed me the bottle.

“I see you’re still full of surprises,” I snorted and opened it with a flick of my thumb.

“What? You think that was the only one?” he asked, and when I cocked my head, he shrugged and pointed at my desk. “I’m guessing that’s yours.”

“Did the paperwork give it away?”

“More like the organization.”

“Ah, right.”

“So, uh.” He walked over, and again I was surprised at his easy confidence as he moved to the desk and bent over. It was so different from the hesitant, wary man I had dealt with for a good chunk of our relationship, and it felt a lot like emotional whiplash to deal with the person I knew and the man I was seeing now. I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to get used to⁠—

“Oh,” I said as he looked over his shoulders and I saw I had been right; there had been something different about his ass, and not just the size and bounce of it. There was the distinct shape of something sticking out of it, and I knew there could be only a handful of things that a reasonably intelligent person would stick up their ass and leave there. “Jesus, when?”

“I may or may not have done it before I went out,” he said as I approached and took hold of the end of the plug.

I pulled on it, watching his body tighten. “Before you went out to chop wood?”

“Maybe,” he said and groaned when his hole gave way and the toy’s thick end popped out. I couldn’t help but push it back, stretching him and making him close his eyes, though whether it was in pain, discomfort, or something else entirely, I didn’t know. “Fuck, always forget that as fun as it is to have in, getting it out is, uh, different.”

“And yet it’s the reason you’re stretched out,” I said, making my point by rocking it back and forth inside him until there was far less tension. “All for me?”

“And me,” he admitted with a chuckle, pushing back onto the plug. “It was…one of my tricks.”

“Tricks?”

“We can get into that or⁠—”

“Or,” I grunted and pulled the toy out, setting it on my desk and grabbing the lube to slick myself up and press the head of my cock against his hole.

There was a moment of tension; he was open from the toy he’d been wearing for who knew how long, and well, my teasing him with it. I sucked in a breath as I slid into him easier than I had ever done until I was in further than the plug had been and found the next detour on my way to burying myself in him. I looked down, planting my hand on his lower back and holding him in place as I rocked forward, gently nudging him open.

“Fuck…yes,” he groaned, wincing when I felt him open up, and I continued rocking to get further inside. His breath held until finally my hips pressed against his ass and he let it out with something between a groan and a sigh of relief. “How sturdy is this desk?”

I blinked as I felt the grip around my dick slowly ease with my careful rocking. “Seriously? I’ve only just got into you and you’re already measuring the abuse the desk can take?”

“Well, I’m confident about the abuse my ass can take; it’s the desk I’m worried about,” he said, looking at it.

“The desk,” I said as I pulled back and snapped forward to bury myself from the halfway point and earn a startled grunt out of him, “is fine.”

“Okay then,” he gasped and gave another, sharper noise when I angled my thrust down and found the spot inside him that made his legs shake as they tried to spread wider as if that was going to get me even deeper. “Oh, fucking…don’t stop doing that.”

I was not averse to taking ‘orders’ from someone, even someone whose ass I was balls deep in, especially when they were so eager for more. I worked my way deeper, snapping my hips to jolt his body as I gained an understanding that his confidence in his own durability was not misplaced. I didn’t want to think of who he had been practicing with to have got to that point either. It wasn’t like I had any right to claim he needed to stay celibate for the rest of his life, but that didn’t change the fact that a newfound rage bubbled up among the lust, and showed itself in my thrusts.

Yet not once did he complain, one hand clamped over the edge of the desk, the other bent so his fingernails bit into the surface, leaving imprints. At no time did he stop me as I hammered away at his body, always angling down so when my cock shoved into him, he was left a whimpering, groaning mess of pleasure.

It was exactly what I remembered of our sex lives in the early days, and what I had always aspired to return to. It was all that, and so much more, because he was taking it better than he’d ever taken it before, and I had more experience to bring to the table…or desk, I suppose. That included being able to maintain the brutal pace I was going at for longer than I would have years ago, keeping myself from losing it.

Aidan made a strangled noise that sounded almost confused. His eyes opened as he let out a gasp. My hips stuttered, and he made an inarticulate noise of alarm the minute it looked like I was going to stop, and there was no way in hell I was. I kept the pace and the depth, and his back arched, pushing back as his fingernails dug grooves into the surface.

“Holy shit,” he gasped. “Seriously? Oh, fuck.”

I had a moment of confusion before I felt his body go rigid around me. His eyes slammed shut, his expression screwing up, and he gave a low, drawn-out cry, and I was shocked as I felt him come on my cock. I didn’t hesitate, keeping up the pace as I all but fucked the cum out of him, hammering his ass. I realized what had happened, and I came too, hips stuttering and snapping forward to stay as deep as possible as my fingers dug into the skin of his hips while I filled him.