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“More.”

Nolan closes his eyes, then slides his finger farther in, moving slowly until I have all of it. The drag when he pulls back makes my cock jump against my stomach.

He repeats it. Each pass comes easier. My body gives around him, and the pressure starts to feel good enough that I stop thinking about opening and start waiting for the next stroke.

Nolan curls his finger.

Pleasure hits somewhere deep behind my cock. My legs jerk around his hips.

“There,” I say.

He presses the same place again.

My back lifts off the bed. Nolan keeps his finger inside me and bends to take my mouth, swallowing the sound I make. His tongue follows the same slow rhythm as his hand.

He adds more lube and eases in a second finger. The stretch is sharper this time. My hand closes around his shoulder, holding him still while I breathe through it.

Nolan waits.

When I’m ready, I push down on his hand.

“Fuck,” he says softly.

His fingers slide deeper. He opens them a little at a time, then brings them together and thrusts again. Every movement makes me feel how tight I am around him. When he turns his wrist and finds my prostate with both fingertips, the pleasure is strong enough to blur the room.

I grab his face and kiss him. Nolan’s fingers keep working inside me while I push my tongue into his mouth and grind my cock against his stomach. Precome slicks the skin between us.

“You’re going to make me come,” I say.

“Not yet.”

He pulls his fingers out.

The emptiness is immediate. “Nolan.”

“You asked me to fuck you.”

I did. My cock pulses against my stomach as he tears the condom open.

Nolan rolls it onto himself. I have seen his cock hard a hundred times, had it in my hands and mouth, but it looks bigger when he’s kneeling between my spread legs and getting ready to put it inside me.

He coats the condom with lube, then lifts one of my legs over his arm. The other stays hooked around his hip. Nolan leans over me until his face is above mine and the head of his cock settles against my opening.

“Look at me,” he says.

I am.

He pushes.

The thick head stretches me wider than his fingers. My body resists, heat sharpening into pain while he holds the pressure steady. I dig my fingers into his back.

Nolan stops with barely the head inside. His forehead presses to mine.

“Don’t pull out,” I tell him.

“I’m not.”

His voice is rough. He stays exactly where he is while I breathe against his mouth. The pain eases, leaving the same deep pressure his fingers gave me, heavier now and spreading through my hips.