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“You mean…”

“I think it likes you.”

In a sudden volley of movement, Luca pushed at Chris’s shoulders until he’d reversed their positions again. “Do we need a condom?” he asked.

Chris shook his head.

A warm, slick hand wrapped around him, and oh, he was actually very turned on. How had he missed getting there?

Luca straddled him, holding his dick in a firm grip as he sank down on it. If Chris had been in the driver’s seat, he’d have gone way slower, but Luca knew what he wanted, and he took it. His eyes fluttered closed, and his head tilted back, and before Chris had finished processing the sensations, his entire cock was inside Luca.

“Oh wow,” Chris said very stupidly.

Luca didn’t seem to care. He took deep, measured breaths and held very still.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt? Should I—”

Luca’s eyes flew open, and he grabbed both of Chris’s arms by the wrist, pinning him to the bed. “Do not move.”

“Do you need to stop?”

“I said—” Luca gave a filthy swivel of his hips. “Do. Not. Move.”

Chris gulped.

Luca took a deep breath in and let a slow breath out. Then, he began to rock his pelvis in infinitesimally small motions.

Chris clenched the bedsheets in his fists. Luca asked him not to move, and he wouldn’t, though his cock was being strangled by the tightest, wettest heat he’d ever known. He could handle sensation and stimulation. Luca’s easy acceptance of Chris’s needs and instinctive knowledge of how to handle them—taking control when he knew Chris would get too in his head—were what made Chris gasp, overwhelmed, more than the physical feelings, as monumental as those were.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

Luca laughed shakily. “Like getting fucked.” He forced himself further upright, leaning back and bracing himself on Chris’s thighs. “Oh, holy Jesus fuck,” he whispered. His eyes fluttered shut, and suddenly, he lifted himself up almost all the way off of Chris’s cock and slammed down again.

Chris couldn’t not touch him. He raised his upper body up off the bed and held fast to Luca’s hip with his right hand. With his left, he stroked up the length of Luca’s spine.

Luca’s head nestled into the crook of Chris’s shoulder even as his hips kept moving.

“Oh God,” Luca said in his ear, over and over. “Oh God oh God oh God, Chris!”

Chris’s abs burned from holding himself up, but there was no way he was letting go of Luca. He couldn’t move, but he could be the rock Luca leaned on.

He groped in between them to find Luca’s cock, hard and dripping, and stroked it.

Luca shuddered to a halt, gasping.

“You need—Chris, please, you need to fuck me.”

Chris paused the motion of his hand. “I…am?”

“I can’t… I need you to take over.”

That, Chris could do. He used his grip on Luca’s hips to roll him over into the sheets. Luca clamped his legs around Chris’s hips, keeping him trapped in place between Luca’s thighs. Chris shuffled his knees until he found purchase in the sheets, and then he began to move.

Luca’s mouth dropped open. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, and every time Chris fucked into him, he clenched down around Chris so tightly Chris thought he’d lose his mind.

“Okay?” Chris asked.

Luca groaned, but when Chris tried to slow down, Luca’s legs clamped around him, forcing him to keep his rhythm. It took Luca a moment, but he managed to say, “Don’t stop.”