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He curses in Spanish, smacking my hand away from his length to work it himself. I tighten my hold on his chest and gently buck forward to meet his pace. Our panting breaths fill the room, grunts and moans rising in decibel until I feel myself drift closer and closer to the stars.
Christian's movements stutter, then nearly stop altogether. “Dev,” he says desperately. “I'm coming.”
I turn his head and plunge my tongue into his mouth the second he starts to clench around me. The whimper he releases has me following close behind, pumping him full of cum.
“Mine,” I grit out with one last thrust as I crush him against me.
His chest heaves, fingers threading with mine while he twitches through the last of his orgasm. “Mine,” he sighs, snuggling closer. Then he tenses slightly. “Yeah?”
Warm tingles flood my system. “Yes. Yours.”
Christian relaxes and brings my palm up for a kiss so tender that my throat swells. “Okay.”
We both go silent for a long while, listening to each other breathe. My cock grows soft inside of him, but I don't pull out yet, just content to hold him and feel this connection while I can. Honestly, I'd fall asleep like this if I could.
Eventually, though, Christian turns around in my arms. He shivers when I slip from his body, cheeks red like he enjoyed the feeling as he presses his chest to mine. “Move in with me.”
I blink several times, still basking in my afterglow. “Huh?”
“Logan and Owen found a place of their own. They're moving out in January, so…” He shrugs casually, but I can tell from the look on his face that he's nervous. “Room next door's all yours, if you want.”
Tilting my head, I study him with furrowed brows. “The room next door. So… like a roommate?”
His mouth opens, then closes again. “No,” he rushes out. “I mean, yes? Technically? Like you'd get your own space to sleep, if that's what you want.”
“And what if I want to sleep here instead?” I ask, heart thundering behind my ribs. “In this bed, with you?”
“I—” He scrubs a hand over his face, then drops it to my hip like he needs the contact to steady himself. “Yeah. I want that, too. I just didn't want you to think it was an expectation.”
“Christian.” Kissing him hard, I palm his ass and haul him closer. “In case I haven't made it clear by now, I just want you. Like this.”
When I gesture between us, his lips curve into a smirk. “Naked and full of your cum?”
My dick twitches at the reminder. “I mean, if I could keep you barefoot and pregnant, I would.”
“You kinky fucker.” Rolling me onto my back, he climbs on top to wrap his palm around our cocks. “Fine, then. We sleep and we fuck here, but you can still have that room. Everyone needs a space for their own shit.”
I smile mirthlessly as I brush his dark strands away from his face. “I don't have any shit.”
He goes still above me. “That’s not true.”
“Kind of is. Everything I own fits in a duffelbag. I've never stayed anywhere long enough to collect stuff.”
His jaw tightens at that, hazel eyes flashing. “Then I'll get you stuff.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to. Not furniture or whatever. Just… stuff you like. Wait, actually, what do you like?”
That makes my chest ache in a way I can't explain, and I huff out a quiet laugh, thinking it over. “I used to read old war memoirs in college. So, books, I guess? Maybe a succulent. I don't know.”
The words trail off awkwardly.
Christian's expression shifts, something heavier settling behind his eyes. “You don’t know what you like?”
I force a nonchalant shrug. “Kinda hard to figure yourself out when you spend most of your time trying not to feel anything at all.”
And isn't that some shit? My entire twenties are a blur of parties, drugs, and trap houses. Finding my next high became my only motivation, so much so that I…
