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“I love it,” he corrected, backing out of the room. “I’m also hard and leaking.”

“Makes two of us.”

The other playrooms were closed and the communal area in the loft was packed with a large and well-dressed friend group. They were boisterous and loud, and they reminded Andrew a little bit of his brothers.

“Val,” one of the men called across the loft, crooking a finger. “Come over here. I need you.”

A second man, presumably Val, ended his conversation with the bartender and sauntered over to the couch. The first man took his cock out, long and hard, and Val sank down to his knees and sucked him into his throat. Fingers tangled into Val’s hair, his partner groaned, shuddered, then resumed his conversation.

Maybe not like his brothers.

“That’s oddly hot,” Toren whispered, pressing his cock against the back of Andrew’s thigh. “Can we get on to the sucking part of our night now?”

Realistically, they could have joined in with that group and been welcome, but Andrew was still chasing the same high as Toren, the adrenaline from risking getting caught with your pants—literally—down.

There were plenty of places at Rapture to find privacy, but it wasn’t until Andrew found the long hallway to the bathroom on the first floor that he found the kind of shadows he was looking for. The bass of the music settled into a dull throb, and he shoved Toren against the wall and immediately went to his knees. Andrew fought open Toren’s pants and swallowed his cock on the first try.

Toren grasped him by the back of the head, holding him down until his nose tickled from Toren’s pubic hair, only letting him up when Andrew’s cheeks puffed out with a sputtering breath.

“God, you’re so good at that,” Toren whispered, thumping his head against the wall.

Andrew focused, teasing his way up and down Toren’s shaft until he leaked as much precum as the man on the spanking bench. Toren muffled his moans, playing along with the fact that while they were very much in public, they didn’t want to get caught, but then he yanked on the ends of Andrew’s hair and pulled him up.

“Fuck me,” Toren whimpered, turning and flattening his chest against the wall.

Andrew didn’t need to be told twice. He had lube in his pocket and they didn’t need condoms anymore. He freed his erection, slicked it with more lube than was necessary to make up for the lack of prep, then he pressed his tip against Toren’s exposed hole and thrust upward.

The fit was tight, barely an inch of his cock squeezed in the tight ring of Toren’s hole, and he hiked Toren’s leg up, bent his own knees to adjust the angle and tried again. Toren cried out as Andrew entered him fully, and Andrew reached around and covered Toren’s mouth with his hand.

“Settle down,” he whispered, rutting into Toren like a man possessed. “Touch yourself. You feel so fucking good, I don’t think I’m going to last.”

Toren licked Andrew’s palm, bit him, and Andrew dropped his forehead against the back of Toren’s neck and came. There was no warning, no real warm-up at all. Toren’s teeth met his skin, and Andrew popped off like a firework, exploding inside of Toren for the first time without a condom between them.

Toren’s hot breath warmed Andrew’s palm, a muffled cry, and all of Toren’s body went taut. Andrew stretched around to cover Toren’s hand with his, to feel Toren’s cum against his fingers. Andrew shuddered, easing Toren’s leg back down to the floor. He was embarrassed, or he should have been at least. He’d come in less than three minutes, barely enough thrusts to get all the way inside. But Toren had been right behind him, so much cum both of their hands were sticky with it.

Slowly, with his chest still heaving, Andrew eased his cock free of Toren. He didn’t bother to put it away, instead he turned Toren in his arms and slammed their mouths together in a kiss that said more than his words ever would. In his arms, Toren groaned, taking Andrew’s face into his hands, cum-covered fingers and all.

“I love you,” he confessed into Toren’s mouth. He couldn’t see straight, only stars and dark eyes and soft skin, and the ever-present need to bury himself as fully into Toren as he could. “I know it’s soon, but⁠—”

“I love you,” Toren cut him off. “It’s not soon. I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”

He grabbed Toren’s wrists and kissed him harder, kissed him until their bodies rubbed together in all the right places and all the right ways. Until he was certain their clothes were a mess of cum and sweat, and the thought of teasing Toren into the early morning hours sounded fun, but more than anything, he wanted to get back to the hotel and onto his back.

“Will you fuck me tonight?” he asked, kissing his way to Toren’s ear.

“Of course.”

“Hard.”

“However you want it,” Toren promised.

The unspoken agreement to call it a night drifted between them and then their pants were done up, fingers were licked clean, and they were on their way toward the exit. Andrew couldn’t see straight for how horny and in love he was, so when he thought he saw Marshall coming up the stairs, he deliberately turned his head the other way. There were plenty of places it was okay to run into your brother, but a BDSM club was probably not one of them.

“Donovan?” Toren’s voice was rough, and he cleared his throat, repeating the name a second time.

“Toren,” a baritone voice called back, each syllable lit with amusement.

For someone who was admittedly not kinky, Toren sure knew a lot of people at a kink club, Andrew thought, turning his head toward the sound of Toren’s name.