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Miles leaned one hip against the counter. “Maybe.”

They sat across from each other and ate. The conversation came easier than Tanner expected, though that didn’t mean easy. Miles asked about Savannah and Tanner answered. Tanner asked how work had been and Miles answered that too. Nothing heavy, nothing that dug too deep, but enough that the silence between them never felt awkward.

Tanner noticed what wasn’t being said as much as what was.

Miles didn’t mention daycare. He didn’t mention paperwork. He just sat there eating takeout at Tanner’s table and looking at him in that steady way of his that made it hard to breathe sometimes.

By the time they finished, Tanner had relaxed without meaning to. He gathered up the empty boxes and moved to the sink.

“I can do that,” Miles said.

Tanner didn’t turn. “It’s a couple of plates.”

“Still.”

Tanner rinsed one out and put it aside. “You brought dinner.”

There was a short pause behind him, then footsteps. A second later Miles was close enough for Tanner to feel the heat of him before he even touched him.

“You always this stubborn?” Miles asked quietly.

Tanner turned. “You asking because you don’t know or because you do?”

Miles was close enough that Tanner only had to lean forward a fraction to kiss him. He looked at Miles instead, seeing the look of want on his face and that look made the decision for Tanner. He grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in.

The kiss hit hard enough that Tanner took a step back into the counter. Miles followed without hesitation, one hand bracing beside Tanner’s hip, the other sliding around to his waist. Tanner kissed him again before he could think better of it, opening for him straight away, dragging him closer because distance was the last thing he wanted.

Miles made a low sound in his throat and Tanner felt it all the way through him.

He’d told himself this might happen. He’d known it probably would the second he let Miles inside. That didn’t make it feel planned. It felt messy and hot and too fast, Tanner’s hands already under Miles’ shirt, Miles’ mouth moving over his with the kind of focus that made Tanner’s head go light.

Miles broke the kiss just long enough to look at him. “You sure?”

Tanner stared at him, breathing hard. “Do I look unsure?”

Miles’ hand tightened at his waist. “No.”

“Then stop asking.”

That got him another look, something close to amusement and not enough of it to be annoying, then Miles kissed him again and Tanner forgot everything else for a while.

They made it to the bedroom. Clothes were pushed aside more than taken off properly. Tanner ended up on the bed with Miles over him, mouth on his, hands on his body, and the tension he’d carried all day broke apart and disappeared.

He wanted Miles. That was the truth of it. Wanted Miles’ hands, Miles’ mouth, the solid heat of him, the way he held Tanner down one second and let him take what he needed the next. Tanner had spent too long surviving, too long keeping himself shut down and moving forward, to mistake this for anything else.

Miles finished stripping and then pushed Tanner’s legs apart so he could move between them. Tanner groaned and arched up when Miles sucked his cock into his mouth, his hand grabbing Miles’ hair.

Miles moaned and shuddered and Tanner remembered that he liked having his hair tugged so he did it again. The answering moan had Tanner biting his lip then arching back when Miles took the full length of his dick into his mouth and swallowed around it.

When Miles pulled off, he murmured, “Lube.”

Tanner blinked his eyes open and reached under the pillow, passing Miles the lube he kept hidden there. He felt his body tense then he jerked when he felt Miles rub over his ass. His finger rubbed over his ring then the tip pushed inside. At the same time, Miles sucked his dick and the dual sensation had Tanner shuddering.

Miles slowly pushed more of his finger inside Tanner’s ass then suddenly Tanner slapped a hand over his mouth as he cried out. He knew what Miles had touched, and Miles kept rubbing that spot as he sucked on Tanner’s cock.

Tanner had never felt anything like this before. He’d had sex when there had been no other option and it had only been for money. He’d never had sex for pleasure until meeting Miles, yet here he was in his own bed with a man who made him feel nothing but pleasure.

When a second finger pushed inside, Tanner gasped and clenched around them, then Miles hit his prostate, causing Tanner to arch up. He rubbed that spot as he sucked on Tanner’s dick, and Tanner could feel his balls pull up.