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“More,” Toren rasped, grabbing Andrew’s wrist. “Harder.”

There was something intensely erotic about breath play in the middle of a slow fuck. Every thrust of his hips drove air out of Toren’s lungs that he wasn’t able to replace. His cheeks were a gorgeous, dark pink, his lips dry and parted. Andrew wanted to come all over them, but the novelty of shooting his load in Toren’s ass hadn’t worn off yet.

Toren’s eyelashes fluttered with a sense of finality, and Andrew shoved him down against the mattress by his throat before letting go and grabbing him by the hips. He hauled Toren half off the bed, taking the pace from slow and hard to fast and urgent. Toren sucked in a breath that made him choke, caused his muscles to tighten, and Andrew slammed into him with enough force to finally milk that pleasure out of his prostate. Toren opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Cum shot out of his dick and painted his stomach, his chest, and Toren thrashed like a bronco.

Andrew held on and fucked hard and deep one more time before going still and coming so violently his vision went black. His dick had barely finished twitching before he shoved Toren’s knees toward his ears and buried his face between Toren’s legs. Andrew wanted to kiss him there, suck him, but he rubbed his face around in it first, abrading Toren’s well-fucked hole with the scruff on his jaw. Andrew was covered in sweat and lube, and he made out with Toren’s asshole until his own cum leaked onto his tongue.

Toren fisted his hair, yanking Andrew up and slanting their mouths together for a kiss. Just like the start of their fucking, there was no rush to it. The kiss was deep and slow, languid with their tongues tangled up until Andrew’s mouth tasted like Toren and Toren’s like him. Andrew didn’t think he’d ever be satisfied, that he’d ever have enough. He broke the kiss to get air, peppering delicate pecks against Toren’s neck.

He hadn’t left bruises, but the skin around Toren’s throat was red and Andrew hated that. Toren moaned at every press of his lips and Andrew finally collapsed, his cheek pillowed against Toren’s shoulder.

“I don’t want to go home tomorrow,” he muttered.

Toren stroked his fingers down the knobs of Andrew’s sweaty spine. “Neither do I.”

“I don’t want to go to work Monday.”

“Neither do I.”

Andrew swallowed hard and closed his eyes. “I don’t want you to go home on Monday either.”

Toren made a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat, kissing the top of Andrew’s head. “I don’t like being away from you either.”

It was too soon for them to talk about moving in together; Andrew knew that. And if it turned out Donovan was related to him, that would only complicate things between him and Toren. He had his own space that he liked. Toren had his own space that he liked. Trying to merge their lives together wasn’t something he should even be thinking about less than two months into a relationship.

It was bad enough they’d fallen in love so quickly.

“We can make a schedule,” Toren suggested.

Andrew propped himself up on one arm and cocked his head to the side. “A schedule?”

Toren hummed something that sounded like a yes. “You know, odd nights at my house and days that end with Y at yours.”

“They all end with Y, and how is a night odd?”

“I’m just saying. We can alternate weekends or…”

“Or whatever works.”

“Whatever works,” Toren agreed. “But I think it will work better after a shower and some sleep.”

Andrew groaned his unhappiness at the prospect of taking Toren into the shower and washing away the mess they’d made. He loved the sweat and the musk and the smell in the air after they fucked, and while soap and clean skin were nice, something about the rawness of Toren’s body post-fuck really did it for him.

“Let me kiss you a little bit first,” Andrew murmured, leaving one right above Toren’s left nipple, which got hard.

“Okay,” Toren agreed. “Kiss me all night if you want. I promise you I’m right where I want to be.”

CHAPTER 15

Toren

Toren debated calling Donovan on Monday, but in the end decided to wait his best friend out. The accidental meeting with Andrew had been a lot, and Toren wanted to give Donovan space to process the information that had been revealed. Andrew spent Tuesday night at Toren’s house, the two of them watching a movie while they ate pizza on the couch before falling into bed and stroking each other off until they fell asleep. Wednesday, he stayed with Andrew, and their night involved Chinese takeout and a make-out session that had Toren ready to come all over the furniture.

Thursday was up in the air, but Donovan showed up at lunch with a thick white envelope and a tense look on his face. The taut spread of his shoulders indicated it was a good decision Toren chose to work from home that day. He stepped out of the doorway to let Donovan in.

“I was wondering when you would come around,” Toren said.

Donovan held out the envelope, and Toren took it, pulling out a stack of folded paper. Donovan disappeared into the kitchen, and Toren listened to the fridge open, scanning the first page of the document which looked like a form letter from a DNA sequencing company.