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He couldn’t take it.

He needed. He needed.

“Enough.” That was his own voice, raspy and pained.

Surprised dark eyes darted to his. The soft pink lips parted.

Connor broke.

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ONE HUNDRED PERCENT POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT

Connor had surprised Jonathan, first by obeying, and again by breaking.

One surge, and he had Jonathan in the air like a partner lift. Instinct raised his hands to wrap around Connor’s shoulders and his legs to wrap around the other man’s waist.

His feet bumped the door as Connor’s corded forearms under his thighs jostled him into position, but then Connor spun and put the door at Jonathan’s back.

Connor plundered the breath from Jonathan’s lungs before his lips moved to Jonathan’s jaw, his neck, back to his lips, and then away again to follow the bone of Jonathan’s eye socket across his cheek and to his temple, as if tracing a blush. He couldn’t help remembering Connor saying if they can’t imagine looking at glitter on their own skin.

He shuddered. This man was everywhere, enveloping him, surrounding him. He was big, so big, and he made Jonathan feel suspended at the top of a leap.

Connor thrust his cock through Jonathan’s crack, back and forth, trapping Jonathan’s balls in the exquisite heat between their bodies. His shaft felt like it was wrapped in Connor’s blond thatch, and each rub pressed his own aching head against Connor’s stomach.

Even Connor’s chest hair toyed with Jonathan, tickling him, caressing his nipples and sliding across his ribs like silken torture with each move Connor made. Every time Connor pumped against Jonathan’s body, his waist flexed between Jonathan’s thighs and Jonathan’s spine skidded against the steel of the door.

“Won’t drop you.” He could both hear and feel Connor’s words against his skin.

Being handled by a much bigger guy was a wild turn-on. He was hard enough to shatter, and he wanted to empty all over the man who held him and be hollowed from it. Hallowed. Held. He wanted it all.

The slickness between their bodies increased. “Jack yourself,” Connor said.

The unexpected crudeness from a man who had been so obedient and almost sweet fired synapses inside Jonathan, and he shuddered, trapped between Connor’s chest and the door, fighting to last.

He let go of Connor’s shoulder with his right hand and pushed between their bodies to fist his own cock. His knuckles pressed into the solid heat of Connor’s stomach, where hair tickled the back of his hand.

“Yes. Fuck.” Connor leaked against Jonathan, the wetness helping Connor’s cock slide faster, but he never let Jonathan go. “Yes.”

He’d have fingerprints on the back of his thighs.

“Next time.” Connor’s hips picked up speed and his slippery cock pumped through Jonathan’s crack in rhythm with his words. “You’re gonna fuck me.”

Possibly he saw flashes of light at the edges of his mind from Connor’s words. The door was hard behind his back, Connor’s chest was hard against his, and his cock was hard in his own hand. So close.

“You’ll say roll over.” Connor’s voice was a fast rumble, tumbling words that filled Jonathan even as Connor’s hips sped their thrusts. “You’ll tell me to—to⁠—”

He stuttered, then made an incoherent sound as he thrust harder between Jonathan’s ass cheeks. Harder and faster.

“What?” Jonathan moved his hand faster, too. “What will I tell you?”

Instead of answering, Connor gasped and grunted, out of words or lost chasing the pleasure waiting for them, but Jonathan’s mind created images of his cock disappearing between those round ass cheeks.

Those meaty thighs in his hands.

Loose blond curls in his fist.

That.