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He squeezes my hand, tugging me toward our bungalow. “Good boy.”

We barely make it to the bed.

When Javier falls back onto the mattress, he’s naked, sweat has flattened his dark hair against his skin and his cock is hard and wet with my spit. His foreskin is pulled back to show the dark purple head glistening with precum.

I crawl over him, just as naked as he is. My dick is throbbing and standing rigid, wet from Javier’s mouth when we sixty-nined downstairs on the couch.

“Come here,” Javier commands, reclining back on our bed with his head propped up on the pillows.

I do as he says until I hover over his chest.

“Closer,” he says, and I scoot until my cock is right there against his lips. His tongue darts out, catching the sensitive tip, and he makes a satisfied noise in his chest as I gasp. “My perfect, perfect boy with his perfect cock,” he whispers, his words reverent, before wrapping his lips around me and sucking, hard.

I cry out, the sensation of his mouth almost too much. I’ve already approached the edge more times than I can count, and I can’t come yet, I won’t come until—

I hear the snick of a bottle, and then a slick, wet finger presses against my hole. I sigh, relief warring with the overstimulation of his mouth on my dick.

“Daddy,” I plead as he toys with my rim, circling and tugging gently at the edges. “Please, I need, I’m so empty, Daddy, fucking please—”

He pulls off my cock, his beard and lips glistening. “I know what you need, boy. Bear down for me.”

I comply, pushing as one of his thick fingers slides into me. The pressure is intense, but perfect, so fucking perfect as he starts to move.

His mouth is back on me, and one finger becomes two, becomes three and I’m panting, whimpering, my feet cramping as I try to hold myself back from the edge. Maybe if I let go, if I come just this once, I’ll—

—Not yet, boy. Do not come.

—I–fuck, Daddy, I don’t know if I can wait.

—You are going to come with my cock in you. Not a moment sooner, sireno.

He pulls his fingers out and his mouth off at the same time. I groan, every part of me hovering right on the edge of letting go, and a painful throb goes through my abdomen. The bottle clicks again, and I’m there, hovering and quivering, waiting, trusting he has me. He’s my Daddy, my mate, my love, and he’s going to take care of me.

He always takes care of me.

Hands on my hips guide me to lay on my back on the bed. My thighs sprawl, and I take in the man above me. Strong, steady, movements sure as he lubes his thick cock and smears the excess against my already slick hole. His chest and belly heave with his heavy breaths, and he leans over me, catching my mouth in a slow kiss.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips.

“I love you, too,” I reply, my voice wrecked and my heart on fire for him.

Bracing one hand above me, he places his cock against me.

“Come on,” I whine, desperate for him. “Daddy, come—”

He pushes into me, and it’s burn and pressure and ache and relief all woven together. My eyes flutter closed and I do nothing but feel. My muscles clench around him, adjusting to his size. Above me, Javier exhales a ragged, stuttering breath like he can’t quite believe this is happening, that we are real and here and together, like this.

As he pulls back and thrusts forward, his free hand falls to my dick. He jacks me off to the pace of his thrusts, syncing his movements with mine.

It’s all a dance, then. It was different, when we danced in the water and sealed our bond. I held his breath in my lungs, and there was something cosmic and inevitable about how our bodies came together.

Now, we are two men who want each other, who love each other more than I ever thought it was possible to love another person.

Javier’s pace quickens, his soft chest swaying above me. I crane my neck, latching onto one of his dark nipples. He groans as I suck, and the words fall from his mouth wash over me.

“Such a good boy, sucking on Daddy, taking what you need. Fuck, boy, your ass is perfect, your cock hard and ready for me. I love you, Aleks. Do you hear me? I fucking love you, and—fuck, yes—I am going to take such good care of you. My boy,” his voice sounds broken now, like he can’t quite get enough air, and his fingers on my cock move faster. “Come for me, boy. Come for Daddy.”

I come with a sob. It moves through me, a crashing wave that starts at my cock and rolls through my body, stringing my orgasm out longer and longer and longer and fuck it’s too much, but Daddy’s got me and I trust him. I trust him as the too much turns my mind into a white haze, even as another orgasm hits me quick and violent. Wetness gathers between my legs and the only thing keeping me sane is his hard nipple in my mouth.