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I pull back to look at him, brows raised in sincerity. “Yes.”

The grin on his face slowly fades, morphing into something tender. His palms slide down to squeeze my asscheeks gently, which only makes it harder to ignore the boner currently digging into his stomach.

“Christian,” he says again, desperate this time as he lifts his hips to grind his own hard cock against my crease.

“Yeah, pastelito?”

Nuzzling into my neck, Dev bites down with just enough pressure to make me hiss. “Can I fuck you? For real this time. Not platonically, not just quick to get off. I want to make love to you, baby.”

I swear my heart jumps into my fucking throat before dropping straight to my balls.

“Yeah. Okay.” I blow out a breath and sit up to stare at him. “I've never bottomed, though, so like… probably go easy on me with your anaconda.”

He chokes out a laugh, the look of delight on his face giving me palpitations as he palms my cock over my underwear. “I'll get you nice and relaxed for me, I promise. Kinda have something I've been wanting to try with you, anyway.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” A hot as fuck smirk curls his lips, those whiskey-brown eyes taking on a wicked glint. “Tell me, hot shot. You ever had your salad tossed?”

My…

My what.

“You want to eat my ass?”

He licks his lips. “Can I? Please, baby, I promise it'll feel good.”

Holy shit.

My cock gives a rallying burst of precum, but I just blink down at the fucker beneath me, feeling dumbfounded.

He lifts a brow. “Not your thing?”

“Well, I mean. Yeah? Like I've… I've eaten lady ass before but like… You want to eat my ass? Dude ass?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” Devon squeezes my cheeks for emphasis as he presses his hard length into me again. “Really, really bad. Will you let me?”

“Okay,” I say, kind of in a daze, but also kind of really excited to try it. “You're like… a really dirty man.”

He taps my hip with a grin, gesturing for me to lie on my stomach. “You love it, though.”

Yeah, he's not wrong. The stuff he gets us into turns me on, and I'm not ashamed of it—even the oatmeal thing.

Stretching out on the mattress, I rest my forehead against my arm and wait for Dev to straddle me from behind. His warm thighs encompass mine as he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs to tug them down.

“You've got a cute ass,” he chuckles, giving it a rough slap.

I inhale sharply before glaring at him over my shoulder. “Spanking ain't one of my kinks. Stop that.”

“Shame.” His palms lightly grab my cheeks, and he spreads them wide to expose me to the air. “Goddamn, I forgot you said you shave. You're fucking smooth.”

“Aerodynamics,” I grunt defensively, letting my head fall back into my arms. “You know, for like stunts and shit.”

Dev lets out a snort. “Don't think that's how it works.”

“Shut up. You don't know.”

He hums as his thumb softly brushes my asshole. “You sure you've never played with yourself here?”