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The flush on his cheeks darkens as he ducks his head, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “If not, it’s okay. I just want to feel you against me. All of you.”

I’m quiet for a long moment, mulling over his words. We’ve never crossed that line before. Sure, we’d cuddle in our underwear, and I’d seen him naked a few times growing up when he’d change in the locker room, but this feels…different. Intimate.

“Why now, Matty?” I murmur, shuddering at the feel of his hands running down my bare back. “After so long?”

His lips find my throat, slowly moving up my face until he gets to my mouth, where he kisses me softly. “It wasn’t long before I realized I made a mistake. I missed you so damn much, Ducky, but you were closed off and I hurt you. Then Hannah was born...”

“She took over our lives.”

“Yeah,” he nods, pulling me closer. “I’m so sorry, Xed. I’m not sorry we have her, but I’m sorry for hurting you. For not telling you that Val was pregnant. Do you think you could forgive me?”

Heaving a heavy sigh, I roll on top of him, straddling his hips as I stare down into his watery gaze. “I forgave you a long time ago, Matty. I just didn’t think you wanted me in that way anymore. And like I said before, I can’t go backwards.”

“I know, and I don’t want to go backwards.” His palms come around to flatten against my bony chest, trailing down my torso until he gets to the edge of my boxers. “Only forwards. I promise.”

His eyes stay on mine as he tentatively curls his fingers into my waistband, tugging my boxers down until my half-hard cock and balls are exposed. He drops his gaze, gasping softly, before running a finger down my shaft, sending a zap of pleasure through me.

“God, I’ve thought about this in the shower so many times,” he groans, toying with the edge of my foreskin, and I snort despite myself.

“You’ve thought about my dick in the shower?”

“Yeah. I’ve never seen an uncircumcised one up close before.” Tilting his head, he slowly pushes a finger inside, touching my sensitive tip, and I moan with a jolt.

“Fuck, Matty, do that again.”

His own cock is hard against my ass as he swirls his finger around, his wide, blue eyes jumping between watching my face and my dick. My hips start to move against him, rubbing his length in between my ass cheeks as I grip myself to pull back my foreskin, exposing the swollen and leaking tip.

“That’s so cool,” he whispers, watching me stroke myself, and I choke out a laugh before an idea occurs to me.

“Take off your sweats. I want to try something.”

Once we’re both fully nude, I straddle him again, this time on his thighs so that our cocks are touching. His is smaller than mine but definitely thicker, which will make this interesting.

“I don’t even know if this will work.” Positioning us tip to tip, I start to slide my foreskin up, rolling it over his shaft as well so that I’m covering him like a sock.

“Holy shit!” His pupils blow wide, breath ragged when he wraps a large hand around us and slowly strokes. “Jesus, why does that feel so good?”

Leaning back, I rest my palms on his thighs and let him work our cocks, thrusting to his tempo as pre-cum slicks our lengths. Moaning, his free hand roams my body, brushing a thumb over my nipple until I’m biting my lip to keep from whimpering. Fuck, his touch makes me feel like I’m burning alive.

“Don’t hold back,” he grunts, jerking us hard as he wraps his fingers around my neck. “Let me hear you again. I’ve been dreaming about the sounds you make.”

Shuddering violently, I come with a shout, crying out when I feel his cock start to pulse against mine. Hot cum floods beneath my foreskin, so fucking warm that I continue to spurt while Matty goes off like a geyser. Watching him come is an experience I never thought I’d get to have again, the way he pleads and writhes like he never wants it to stop. Tears roll onto his cheeks, and he tries to hide his face, but I quickly kiss them away.

Once we’re spent, shaking and sweaty, I pull off of him, both of us watching as our combined release seeps out from around my dick.

“That’s...really hot,” he breathes between breaths, catching some of our cum in his palm as it drips onto the bed, and then surprises the hell out of me by bringing it to his mouth, where he licks it off.

“Fuck, Matty,” I cough, liking the idea of my cum inside him more than I should, and he smiles crookedly.

“It’s not as bad as I’d imagine. Kind of salty, maybe a little bitter, but not terrible.”

Tugging me closer, he presses our lips together, and I open for him, shuddering when his tongue slides against mine. The taste of our combined release is intoxicating, making me moan. I want more, want to feel him pulsing down my throat.

As curious as I am to lap at the stickiness on his cock, though, I roll off of him before we go too far. “That was fucking messy. We should probably take a shower.”

“Yeah.” Getting off the bed, he stretches his arms above his head, ass muscles flexing, before he starts for the door. Halfway there, he stops to glance curiously at me over his shoulder. “You’re not coming?”

Just did.