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“I want you here,” I murmur, straddling his thighs. “I’m the one who invited you and that’s all that matters. Okay?”

“Christian—”

“Cállate. Let me kiss you.”

Dev laughs low, the sound vibrating his chest as he holds me close. I scrub my fingers through his hair, knowing the petting drives him wild. Maybe I can’t quite decipher this feeling in my gut whenever I think about losing him, but one thing I do know how to do is show it.

So I do.

I show it in the way I push him onto his back, ducking in to devour his throat.

When I slowly lift his shirt—my shirt—to pepper love bites over his collar bone and pecs, I make sure he knows.

I even show it when I spend a good few minutes sucking and nibbling his nipples, which is new territory for us. From the way his cock strains against his zipper, though, and the whimpers coming from his mouth, I’d say he enjoys it.

“I…” Devon shivers and yanks me up to nuzzle into my neck. “Can we fuck, hot shot? I know the timing’s not ideal, but I’ll keep it down. I just feel… I don’t…”

“Hush,” I tell him, reaching down to undo his jeans. “I know. Demasiado.”

Too much. All at once.

With a shaky smile, he helps me unzip my pants as well. After a few tugs and some shifting on the bed, I kneel above him in nothing but bare skin. We’re both hard, our lengths rubbing together when I kiss him again, letting myself feel the moment rather than overthink it.

He reaches down to stroke our shafts, that metal bar beneath his cockhead rubbing against my slit in a way he knows I can’t resist. It doesn’t take long before we’re covered in precum and panting in each other’s mouths.

“Fuck,” I groan, breaking away to bury my face in his shoulder. “I didn’t bring any lube.”

Dev laughs before pointing to his backpack on the floor. “Front pocket. Condoms, too.”

“You dirty fucker. Did you plan this?”

“No, but I hoped.”

Grabbing the pack, I unzip it to pull out our supplies. “Yeah? Hoped I’d be down to fill your hole again?”

“Fuck, I wish you could,” he rasps, continuing to work our cocks while I uncap the bottle and drizzle us with lube. “I want your cum in me, baby.”

That term of endearment has me pausing with a condom in hand. My already galloping heart gets a little faster. “Like… can we?”

Devon tilts his head as his movements slow to a stop. “I mean…” he swallows hard. “I haven’t been with anyone in over six months.”

“Been a little more recent for me, but I get tested regularly.”

His palm glides smoothly over our slick lengths, stomach clenching. “They tested me when I got arrested. I’m good.”

Oh, Dios mio.

I toss the condom over my shoulder as another pulse of precum drips out of my dick and onto his abs. “I’m good, too. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna fill you with so much cum. You’ll be the pregnant one next.”

“Shh,” he laughs, dragging me down for a filthy kiss. “We have to be quiet, remember?”

Goddamn, but I don’t wanna be. I wanna pound into his ass and make him shout my name, but I know we can’t. So I force myself to slow down. Take a breath. Kiss him a little longer until I’m in control enough to lean back and lift his legs.

It’s not until I’m squeezing a healthy amount of lube onto his taint that he speaks again. “Do you, uh, want me to turn around?”

When I glance up, I’m struck by how… delicious he looks. Knees to his chest, hard cock leaking, and cheeks flushed. His ass and balls bared for me. Like, holy fuck, I almost come just from the sight of him.

“No way,” I say, slicking up my hand before bringing it to my dick. “You look so pretty like this, pastelito. I want to watch your face when I come inside you.”