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He watches me slide my pants off with a raised brow. “Oh yeah? Enlighten me.”

“Jerking off, for one. Titty fucking, for two.”

“Nice,” he grins, wiggling out of his own jeans. “Makes for good frottage as well.”

I swear my cock hardens even more when I see his pierced monster spring free. “What the fuck is frottage?”

A cocky smirk curls his lips when he grabs the bottle and leans back. “Come here, hot shot. Let me show you.”

Curious—and super turned on—I crawl back onto the bed to straddle his thighs. He pours a healthy amount of the gel into his palm, then wraps it around both our lengths.

“Holy shit,” I moan, thrusting into his fist as our cocks slide together. “Goddamn.”

“This is frotting,” he says thickly, studying my features while he strokes us both to high fucking heaven. “Probably one of my most favorite things to do.”

“Fuck.”

His piercing catches against my tip. We’re different sizes, but it’s no less erotic to watch. Each slick pass of his hand has me leaning forward until our foreheads rest together. The entire time, his eyes never leave my face.

When he speaks again, his hot breath tickles my lips. “Feel good?”

“Jesus,” I whisper, tearing my gaze away from our dicks to look at him. An overwhelming urge to press my lips against his has me rearing back. “I need to get inside you.”

“How do you want me, hot shot? On my back or hands and knees?”

A shiver rolls through me, and I have to grab his wrist to stop his movements before I embarrass myself. “Face down, ass up.”

Devon huffs a quiet laugh, releasing his grip. When I move down the bed to make room, he gives me what I want by rolling over with his legs spread. Instead of eyeing his asshole, though, my gaze snags on the name inked over his left buttcheek.

Xed was here.

“What the fuck?” I growl.

He glances over his shoulder, and when he follows my line of sight, a choked laugh bursts out of him. “Shit. I forgot about that.”

“When did you get this, motherfucker?”

“Vegas,” he chuckles. “Matty's bachelor party. I don't even remember it, we were, uh… really fucked up.”

Muttering under my breath, I rise from the bed to grab a marker off my desk, then bite the cap off and scratch out Xed’s name.

Dev squirms, watching me over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Fixing this shit. First, Salem brands Arya. Then, Xed brands you. One of these days, I'm gonna make a permanent mark on one of you.”

Once I'm finished, I set the marker down to admire my name on Devon's ass. Satisfied, I finally redirect my attention to his beautiful hole, and a whimper nearly leaves my lungs. “Fucking hell, baby, you look good.”

Stroking my slick cock with one hand, I use the other to spread him even wider. The sight of his pink pucker fluttering has me so eager to get inside it that I almost forget to slow down. “Hang on. Let me get you ready.”

Dev pulls away suddenly before I can even get my fingers in him. “No. No prep.”

I freeze instantly, my eyes flying to his face.

A red flush covers his neck, and he shrugs, dropping his head forward. “I… don't like it. The prepping part. Just stick it in, I'm good.”

“Dev.” I lean forward to gently grab his jaw so that I can see his expression. “Prep is like, necessary for anal. I could hurt you.”

“I'm good, I promise,” he repeats, covering my hand with his own. “Lots of lube is fine. I've done this before. I just don't like… fingers. In me.”