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That’s what he wanted.

He pulled his slick hand from Alessio and let go of his throat, too. Those fingers digging into the skin of his wrist hard enough to bruise loosened, and in a breath, Corrado had Alessio twisted around to his stomach on the bed. His teeth found the hard muscles of Alessio’s back as he snatched up the packet on the bed. He made quick work of getting the condom open, and sliding it down. The lube on his fingers already soaking his length.

And fuck, he felt painful.

Throbbing and aching.

He stroked his dick, getting that lube all over as his mouth found Alessio’s back again. The man pushed up against him, seeking more. His hands fisted into the sheets on the bed as Corrado fit the head of his cock against Alessio’s ass.

He’d stretched him.

And he was still tight enough to hurt.

Alessio let out a shuddering breath, and Corrado slowed. He didn’t need to hear his words to know—easy, easy. So, that’s what he did, careful and fucking slow. Until his chest was so tight from holding back that it hurt, too. It was only when he was halfway to nine inches deep that he heard Alessio’s voice, husky and deep.

“Fuck, yeah.”

Corrado swore those two words rumbled along the bed, reaching his spot like a shot of heat right to his marrow. One hand splayed to Alessio’s back, his other grabbing tight to the man’s side.

It was only once he was seated entirely inside Alessio that he felt like he could take in a breath again. Still ragged and aching, though. His chest still felt too damn tight, and it wasn’t going to get better until—

“Fucking make me come,” Alessio murmured.

That.

Until that.

His hips pulled back from Alessio slightly faster than he’d worked his way in, and then flexed forward faster again. The rhythm became a little rougher with each push and pull. Alessio found Corrado’s hand at his side, and yanked it under him.

He used Corrado’s hand to tug at his cock, his own being the one that worked him. He used him to get himself off, while Corrado used him to do the same.

“Shit, shit,” Corrado heard himself mumble.

He couldn’t remember sex being so quiet. And he didn’t want to remember it differently now.

So fucking intense.

Like it had turned into something else—something raw, a need that just had to be filled, and now. But God, where had this been?

His next thrust came harder, and Alessio let out a sound that felt primal. “Right there.”

Alessio’s back tensed. His fingers around Corrado’s tightened, and pulled at his hand to work his length faster.

That sound came out of him again as warm cum hit Corrado’s fingertips. “Jesus, Corrado.”

He hadn’t realized his own orgasm was so close until Alessio swore again, and his ass tightened around Corrado as he kept up his pace. But there it was, and he leaned down to splay his palm against Alessio’s back, his teeth biting into warm skin as he came, too.

So fucking deep.

He couldn’t speak.

Didn’t want to.

Alessio let out a slow exhale. “What the fuck was that?”

Oh, fucking great.

So it hadn’t just been him that this felt new for.