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His mouth stays open, but the question is gone.

I pick up the condom. The wrapper tears unevenly because my fingers are slick, but I get it open and roll the condom down my cock. Nolan watches every movement from the bed, one hand wrapped loosely around himself.

I add lube, then catch him behind the knees and pull him closer. His legs open around my hips. When I press the head of my cock to him, his hand leaves his own and closes around my forearm.

The first push barely gets me inside. His body is hot and tight around the head even through the condom. I hold there while his grip gets hard enough to leave marks of its own.

Nolan breathes out. His leg hooks around my waist and pulls.

I give him another inch.

His face pinches at the stretch, so I stop and run my palm over his chest. The rapid beat of his heart hits my hand. I bend to kiss him, keeping my hips still until his mouth softens and the tightness around my cock eases.

“Again,” he says.

I push deeper.

He opens around me slowly, heat gripping my cock until my hips meet his ass. My arms shake with the effort not to thrust. I lower my forehead to his and stay buried while his body adjusts, breathing the same air.

I look down at where my cock disappears inside him. His hole is stretched tight around the base, shining with lube, and his cock lies hard between us. I put my palm over his stomach and feel the muscles jump when I grind deeper.

Nolan rolls his hips. “You planning to move?”

I pull halfway out and drive back in.

His mouth falls open. I do it again, slower, watching his face change when my cock drags over the place my fingers found. On the next thrust his head tips back, and a helpless sound leaves him.

There.

I brace one hand beside his shoulder and hold his hip with the other. Each stroke pushes him deeper into the mattress. Nolan’s legs tighten around me, keeping me close while I build the pace.

The bed knocks softly against the wall. His hands move over my back and into my hair, then one comes down between us. I catch it before he reaches his cock and pin it beside his head.

“Let me.”

His eyes lock on mine. “Then fucking do it.”

I close my fist around his cock.

Precome slicks the first stroke. I pump him in time with my hips, tightening my grip whenever I thrust all the way in. Nolan arches under me, and the angle pulls him even tighter around my cock.

“Nobody else,” I say.

His grip on the back of my neck tightens. For one second, the only sound between us is the bed hitting the wall and his wet cock sliding through my fist.

“Nobody else,” he says.

I kiss him hard enough to cut off whatever comes after it.

Nolan moans into my mouth when I fuck him harder. I drag my mouth to the mark on his shoulder and bite it again, feeling his cry against my teeth. The sound changes with every stroke, rough at first and then needier as I keep hitting the same place inside him. His heels dig into my back. His hand strains against mine where I’m holding it to the mattress, and when I let go, he grabs the back of my neck and keeps me close.

“Ben.” His voice breaks when I grind against him. “Fuck. Please don’t stop.”

I drive into him harder. “Please,” Nolan says again, the word breaking into a moan when my cock hits the same place. I fuck him until my thighs burn while my hand moves faster on his cock. He can’t keep kissing me. His mouth drags over my jaw between broken sounds as each thrust shoves him up the mattress.

His cock jerks in my fist.

“Come,” I tell him.