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I pull him closer with my leg.

Nolan gives me another inch.

The fullness makes my breath leave in a broken sound. His cock drags over nerves I didn’t know how to find, and the stretch follows it deeper. He kisses me through every slow push, stopping whenever my grip tightens too much.

By the time his hips meet mine, I’m shaking.

Nolan is all the way inside me. I can feel every inch of him, the base pressed tight to my body and his cock filling a space that keeps clenching around him. He doesn’t move. His mouth rests open against mine while we breathe.

“Ben.”

I don’t know what he means by my name. It sounds like too much. “Move,” I say.

Nolan draws back slowly.

Every ridge of his cock catches on the way out. He stops before the head slips free, then pushes into me again with the same careful pressure. The second thrust reaches deeper. His pelvis rubs against my ass, and pleasure rolls through my cock without anyone touching it.

“Again.”

He does it again.

Nolan fucks me slowly, making me take each stroke from the first stretch at the opening to the heavy pressure when he’s buried. His eyes stay on mine. I can’t get away from what he’s giving me or from the way his face changes every time my body tightens around him.

My legs tighten around him.

The angle shifts when he slides his arm under my knee. His next thrust presses directly over the place his fingers found.

Pleasure tears through me. “Fuck. There.”

Nolan’s mouth opens on a groan. He keeps the same angle and drives in again, still slow but harder at the end. My cock smears precome over both our stomachs. I reach down to stroke it.

He catches my wrist and pins my hand beside my head.

“Let me,” he says.

The same words he used in the kitchen. I could turn us over and take control back until this feels familiar.

I leave my hand under his.

Nolan’s free hand closes around my cock. He strokes me once while he pushes inside, and the two sensations hit together hard enough that my head drives back into the pillow.

“That’s it,” he says against my mouth. “Take it.”

My body opens for the next thrust. I lock both legs around him and pull, needing all of his weight and every inch of his cock. Nolan gives it to me. He kisses me while he fucks me, his fist moving in time with his hips.

I thought this could be something I gave him. The word Micah used is still trapped in my throat, so I open my body and trust Nolan with this instead.

Nolan is still the one taking care of me. He keeps my hand down because I can’t stop trying to help and watches my face through every stroke. I’m taking this from him too, one more good thing he offers while I keep the rest of myself behind my teeth.

His cock drags over my prostate again before I can follow the thought any farther.

“Harder,” I tell him.

Nolan’s restraint breaks.

He drives into me. The bed shifts under the force, and my body grips him so tightly his rhythm stutters. Then he does it again. Each thrust hits deep, pleasure and stretch running together until I can’t separate them.

His fist works my cock faster. I hold on to his shoulder with my free hand and take everything he gives me. Sweat makes our chests slide. Nolan’s mouth moves over mine between rough breaths, never going far enough that I lose his face.