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“Changed my mind. Stop coaching me; start fucking me.”

Luca used another finger first, and Chris found the repetitive stimulation made the sensitivity bearable to the point where he began to enjoy it. By the time Luca deemed him ready, Chris was sad to feel his fingers go. Luckily, Luca had a condom in his wallet, and even more luckily, in the process of getting it out, he took off his pants.

His cock stood so hard it was purple, flushed, and wet at the tip.

When he rolled the condom on, his eyes fluttered shut.

“I can’t believe you want me,” Chris blurted out.

Luca opened his eyes and smiled. “I will have to convince you. Will you turn over?”

“Oh. Um, sure.”

Lightning fast, Luca darted in to kiss him. “It isn’t that I do not want to see your face and kiss your lips while we do this.”

“So why…”

“You are a big, tough hockey player. I am afraid I cannot hold your legs up in this position.”

Chris smacked a kiss on his lips and rolled to his stomach, ass in the air. Over his shoulder, he said, “You’re a tough hockey player too. I bet you could if you tried.”

“I notice you didn’t say ‘big,’” Luca notched his dick into place and began to press in slow and steady.

“Oh.” Chris breathed into the stretch and forced his body to accept it. “You don’t feel small.”

Behind him, Luca laughed. He kissed Chris’s shoulder. “Someday, when I will not have to explain a strain to the coaches, I will look into your eyes while we do this.”

He started to move in slow, rhythmic pulses of his hips.

Chris arched his spine deeper until the angle let Luca scrape across his prostate. “Who knew you were—hah, oh God—such a romantic?”

Luca continued to rain down kisses on Chris’s neck and shoulders between the movements of his hips as he said, “Only for you.”

He kept it slow for a long time. So long that the hits to Chris’s prostate went from achingly, sensitively pleasant to good, and then so good that he bucked back into it.

“More?” Chris asked.

Luca’s forehead rested against his shoulder. “Can you touch yourself?”

“You don’t have to—this is for you.”

“Please?”

Chris doubted he could come again. He was more than satisfied, and he didn’t need Luca to give him more. But Luca asked for it, so Chris shoved an arm under his chest and wrapped his hand around his cock.

To his surprise, he found himself half hard. Maybe that happened when you kept having sex after the first orgasm. Chris had never tried before.

And then Luca gave him more. The headboard smacked into the wall.

Chris keened.

Luca did it again, and Chris started pumping his fist, passing from half hard to aching for it in a matter of moments as Luca slammed into his prostate again and again.

“You feel magnificent,” Luca mumbled into his skin. “I want you forever. I need you. I can’t wait anymore…please, amore, please—”

Chris wondered if he knew he’d switched to Italian.

Luca let loose uncontrolled, harsh thrusts. He was riding the edge, nails biting into Chris’s skin right above the massive bruise from the puck Chris had stopped with his thigh about a million years or possibly three hours ago.