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“Jesus,” he breathes, letting his head fall back briefly. “Why does that feel good?”

With a chuckle, I flatten my tongue and lap around his rim. My cock jerks, desperate to feel him flex around me. “Lay back and relax, hot shot. I got you.”

He closes his eyes, a loud moan leaving his lungs. It reminds me that no one's home, nobody here but us. I get to have him all to myself for his first time.

That thought has me licking with more fervor, prodding my tongue inside of him to draw out all the noises I possibly can. When I reach up to stroke his cock, he lets out the hottest fucking whimper I've ever heard. Precum drips down his shaft like a faucet, coating my hand.

“That's right,” I murmur, feeling his hole soften on my taste buds. “Let me hear it.”

Christian's grip on my hair tightens. “I'm… I'll come if you keep doing that. Fuck.”

Letting him go, I lean up on my knees to reach for the lube in the nightstand. “Not yet. I want my cock in you first.” His breath catches, and I freeze with the bottle in my hand. “You okay?”

He swallows hard, then licks his lips with a nod. “Yeah. I'm good. I want it.”

“Are you sure? Because we don't have to⁠—”

“Devon.” He cuts me off with a firm warning. “I'm sure. I want you inside me, pastelito. Stop making me wait.”

A crooked grin pulls at my mouth when I pour a healthy amount of lube onto my fingers. “Eager little thing, aren't you?”

That makes him scoff. “Little? We're about the same size, motherfucker. And I swear if you're talking about my dick⁠—”

I surprise him by running a slick finger over his hole before slowly pushing it inside. His rant ends in a moan, hips flexing like he can't control himself. There isn't much resistance when a second finger joins the first, my tongue and massages having done their job of relaxing him.

“Mm, your hole's as greedy for me as the rest of you,” I murmur, working him open while I place small kisses on his neck. “It's practically begging for my cock with the way it's sucking me in.”

“God,” he groans, bucking against me.

“You gonna let me fuck you, baby? Gonna be my little slut tonight?”

A keening whine leaves his throat. I plant one last kiss on his damp skin, then pull back to watch him writhe. The sight of his ass swallowing my fingers almost has me spilling early.

“Dev, please,” he breathes, drawing my gaze back to his blissed-out expression.

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me, motherfucker. Goddamn.”

Releasing a laugh, I pull my fingers free and drop to the mattress beside him. “Roll over. I want to hold you.”

Following directions, he turns to place his back to my chest. After pouring on more lube, I hook his leg over my hip and notch the tip of my dick at his hole. “Breathe out and bear down, baby,” I say against his ear.

“Okay.” He does it beautifully, even sighing when I start to breach that first ring of muscle. His spine stiffens once the full head of my cock slides in. “Jesus, you're fucking huge.”

I freeze instantly, letting go of his leg to wrap my arms around his chest. “We can stop.”

“No, no, it's… good. Just, holy shit.”

“We'll take it slow.”

For the next few minutes, I just lay there behind him, sucking marks onto his neck and shoulders while I stroke him lazily. We don’t move any further, even though my dick is so hard it hurts. Eventually, he begins to match the rhythm of my hand with his hips, taking me inch by inch at a snail's pace until his body opens wide and lets me in.

“Fuck,” I shudder, burying my face in his hair. “You fit me so perfectly.”

“I need to come,” he whines as he continues to thrust. “Your fucking piercing, I can feel it.”

“Then make yourself come on my cock, hot shot.”