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Dev flushes deeper, and I notch myself at his hole, slowly pushing forward. You’d think the lack of prep would hurt, but Dev only moans like the pain gets him off. Maybe it does—maybe my little cupcake is a bit of a pain slut.

But still, I think as I lie over him and kiss his lips. I’ve got to figure out how to help him loosen up without fingers. A plug, or a toy, or something. Bet he’d fucking like that.

“Goddamn,” I murmur when his body finally lets me in. “Fuck, you feel like velvet.”

“Do it slow,” he whispers in my ear.

I straighten up and cup the backs of his knees to watch myself slide lazily in and out, over and over. “Like this?”

Devon nods, whimpering quietly. The piercing between his eyebrows winks in the light when a look of pleasure twists his features. “Mm… Fuck, yeah. Just like that.”

For the next few moments, I fuck into him softly, my gaze bouncing between his face and where we’re joined together. I want to see it all, every micro-expression, every drop of precum. It isn’t until he bites his lip to suppress a groan that I lean down to take his mouth again, unable to resist.

He wraps his legs around my waist tightly, tongue playing with mine as I continue my slow thrusts. It’s… different than how I’ve ever fucked anyone before. Even Arya. Not rough like my usual way, with the only end goal to come as hard and as fast as possible.

This is steady and sweet, intimate in a way that makes my chest swell with an emotion I can’t name. Rather than racing to the finish line, I find that I actually want to draw this moment out. I want Dev to feel the way I do, for as long as possible. Just lie here and make out with my cock inside him, hell, maybe even sleep this way.

Or… have it the other way around, with Devon’s cock inside me. Holy shit.

All of this is new and slightly terrifying. I don’t know how to process it.

So instead, I reach down between us to wrap my fist around his cock. “Come for me, baby,” I murmur, stroking him softly. “Let me feel it.”

Devon moans, a light, breathy sound that settles deep inside my bones. He starts to roll his hips, meeting my strokes as he fucks himself on my dick until I feel his muscles tense.

“Fuck, Christian, I’m…” He chokes himself off, burying his face in my neck when warmth floods my palm. “Oh, god.”

“That’s it. Let go. Give it all to me, Dev.”

Hot cum spills between us, coating our abs in sticky release. The noise he makes, combined with his ass spasming around my cock, sends me over the edge myself. I have to bite my tongue to keep from crying out when I unload inside him, filling him up just like I promised.

Riding out our mutual orgasms, I ease Dev through the aftershocks, feeling his hole flutter as we kiss each other back down to Earth. It feels surreal. If anyone had told me a year ago that I’d end up balls deep inside Devon’s ass while whispering sweet nothings in his ear, I would have called them insane.

Then again, I wouldn’t have believed that Logan was alive, either, or that he ended up cooler than me.

Life’s a fucking mystery sometimes.

“That was…” Dev laughs shakily, the softness in his eyes steeling slightly. His mask slips back into place as he pushes me away. “You’re a good fuck, hot shot.”

His words from weeks ago, when I’d first sucked his dick, run through my head.

“I’ve actually been with more women than men.”

He’d said it was… difficult to be vulnerable with guys. I don’t know what that’s about, but I don’t like it one bit.

“See, we aren’t doing that.” Taking his cheeks in my palms, I force him to look at me as I kiss both his eyelids. Then his nose. Feels kind of sappy, at least, until he starts squirming, which gets my cock rallying for round two. “That was more than a fuck, and you know it, asshole.”

He goes still beneath me, breath catching in his throat. “Was it?”

Holding his gaze, I grab his hand and thread our fingers together. “Was to me.”

A subtle emotion shifts in his expression, like a crack slowly appearing in his armor. “That’s dangerous territory,” he says quietly. “Feelings and all that. What happened to just friends?”

“Who says you can’t make love platonically?” I try to joke, but the ‘L’ word has it falling flat.

A panic starts to rise in my throat, and from the way Devon’s face goes pale, I think he feels it too. We both stare at each other in horror, and for a moment, I think he’s going to shove me off of him.

But…