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“You are never not the dominant one here,” Toren said quietly. “And I don’t want to fixate on that because it’s maybe the least important part about what you’ve said, but I want you to think hard about if you really think anything you’ve done with me has required anything less than absolute dominance and control.”

“You told me the first night you didn’t like being told what to do out of the bedroom,” Andrew reminded.

“And yet I’ve still done it.”

Andrew licked his lips, unsure of what to say.

“You’re not the only one who has had their idea of themself turned inside out,” Toren whispered, leaning in so their noses touched. Andrew could taste the smoke between them, and he brushed their mouths together.

“What are we doing?” Andrew murmured.

“I’m not sure.”

“Should we stop?”

“No,” Toren said.

Andrew kissed him then, proper and hard with parted lips and a dancing tongue, and then Toren was on his back, legs hooked around Andrew’s waist, and Andrew was hard and wanting and desperate.

“Tell me I can have you again.”

“Whatever you want,” Toren rasped, arching off the bed.

Andrew found the lube and stroked himself until his shaft was slick with it, then he lined himself up with Toren’s hole and pushed inside. Both of them stuttered and gasped, and Andrew bowed his back, overwhelmed from the tight heat of Toren’s body.

“Wish you could be inside me always,” Toren whispered, eyes closed and jaw slack.

Andrew moved slowly, different from the way they normally fucked. He took Toren tenderly, with roaming fingers and slow thrusts. They rolled around together, trying new positions, some that worked and some that didn’t. For the first time, there wasn’t a race to finish.

It was curious that kind of attention came on the back end of the conversation with Donovan, but Andrew didn’t hate the change of pace. Maybe it was okay for them to have that night, both of their minds on each other but also something else entirely. It was life, poking into the bubble they’d built to protect their first moments together, and even with the air leaking out, they were still solid.

Toren reached down and took himself in hand, stroking as slow and languid as Andrew fucked him. Andrew batted Toren’s hand out of the way, pinning it to the sheets and rutting a little bit deeper, a little bit harder.

“Can you come without it?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Will you try?”

Toren managed a nod. Andrew hitched up Toren’s legs, fucked a little harder and a little deeper, still maintaining the same careful thrusts he’d been using the entire time.

“I need more,” Toren whimpered, breathing hard.

“What do you need?”

Toren grabbed Andrew’s wrist and slid it up until Andrew’s fingers pressed against his throat, the underside of his chin.

“Toren.”

“Just a little. I trust you.” Toren swallowed hard, arching his neck to give more of his throat to Andrew’s palm. “I love you.”

Andrew groaned, tightening his fingers just enough to make Toren gasp. He pressed their foreheads together, fingers digging into Toren’s throat and hips still slamming home. Toren’s chin quivered and Andrew pushed him down into the bed, nodding as Toren’s Adam’s apple bobbed against his palm.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmured, their mouths inches apart. He could breathe into Toren’s mouth if he wanted, but he didn’t. He relished the way Toren gasped beneath him, the way his muscles tightened with every thrust of Andrew’s hips. Andrew’s body ached in unfamiliar ways, but the hot hold Toren had around his cock was enough to bring him right to the edge.

Toren stared up at him with dilated pupils and heavy eyelids, sweat beading against his upper lip. Andrew licked it off, groaning at the salty taste.

“I need you to come.”