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Liberated at last thanks to my help, Beau quickly unbuttons his shirt and flings it to land on his pants.

He’s left clad only in his black boxer briefs, and I feel a bone-deep satisfaction when I see his erection poking a tent in them. I shuck my own trousers and climb onto the bed with him, moving fast to pin him underneath me.

He mewls like a kitten, clearly enjoying it, so I settle more of my weight on him and nudge his thighs open a bit wider. He happily complies. Then I nudge my erection against his and we both moan at the delicious friction we feel through our underwear.

I lean over to the bedside table, grateful I don’t have many folks over to my place so I can leave the pump bottle of lube right on top for easy access. It proves quite convenient now.

I pump a healthy amount into one hand and yank down our boxers enough to free our cocks and coat them.

“Are you okay with us doing this for now?”

He stares at me, eyes dazed with lust. “Are you talking about frotting, honey?”

I nod and he grins.

“I’ve got no problem with that.” He bites his bottom lip. “Neither of us has been with anybody in quite some time—do we need any protection for this?”

“I’m on PrEP,” I tell him, “and I haven’t been with anyone since my last full screening. I had one a month ago when I signed up with ExorSquad, and everything was clear then.”

Beau wriggles beneath me, lifting his hips to try to get more friction. “Same here, sugar. I haven’t been with anybody sexually for nine months, and I’ve had two tests since then, one right before I came over here. Everything was free and clear for me both times.” He licks his lip. “So I’d sure like to feel skin on skin for this if you’re game.”

“Fuck yeah, I am.” I settle my weight on top of him again, and he moans. “You like that, do you?”

“You bet your sweet Scottish ass I do,” he says.

“So cheeky,” I murmur.

“You know you like it,” he says with a smirk.

In answer, I thrust my hips forward, sliding my cock against his, and we both shudder with pleasure at the sensation. Rubbing against each other, we soon find a rhythm. Beau meets me every step of the way, lifting his hips to match my every forward motion. It isn’t awkward or fumbling. Instead, it’s as if our bodies intuitively know each other.

Beau lifts his arms up around the back of my neck and pulls my head down for a passionate kiss as we continue to frot. His mouth opens for me and my tongue delves inside, doing my talking for me.

Beau finally pulls back with a gasp and lets out a moan. His eyes are glazed over with pleasure.

“Darlin’, I’m real close,” he gets out between ragged breaths.

I grit my teeth. “Me too, beautiful.”

I rock into him, hard and firm, increasing my pace so our cocks slide against each other in desperate need.

Beau’s eyes widen, and he cries out as he comes.

I’m not far behind and damn near experience a mental whiteout from the force of my orgasm.

I collapse on top of him and he chuckles as he lazily strokes my sweaty back and traces little patterns there with his fingertips.

“I’m assuming that was just as amazingly out of this world for you as it was for me.”

“Bloody hell,” I mutter. “If it had been any better, I might have crossed over to the other side.” It was better than any I’ve had in far longer than I care to remember. More special too.

But I shy away from thinking too much about why.

He laughs at that. “Hey, let’s not have any talk of you shuffling off this mortal coil just yet. Although I flatter myself that I helped you see the light.”

I snort and gingerly roll off him and onto my back, taking a moment to do a quick assessment. Fortunately, I don’t feel the telltale tingle and accompanying numbness in my lower back that I tend to get at the start of a flare-up, so I don’t think I’ve done any damage while sexing up Beau.

“You didn’t strain anything, did you?” he asks.