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“I won’t. But I’d like you to be on top.”

His brows twitched, and his eyes flew open. “You want me to top you?”

“No, I wasn’t kidding that I don’t bottom. I want you to ride me.”

Color flooded into his cheeks in blotchy patches. “I don’t think⁠—”

“Last time, I fucked you more than your body could take, and you were in bed for days.” I let my forehead rest against his. “Now I want you to set the pace according to your comfort. And I want to feel you take me into you when you’re ready. Not a second before.”

He swallowed hard but nodded. I would have given everything to know what was running through his mind while we undressed quietly. I grabbed the lube, settled back against the pillows, and stroked my cock while he stood at the foot of the bed, watching, contemplating.

Would he change his mind?

I beckoned him with a crook of my finger. “There’s no need to think so hard, Stas. The only thing that matters is what you want. Fuck everything else.”

Stas’s shoulders relaxed, and he unclenched his jaw as he climbed onto the bed.

“All the way up here where I can eat your ass.”

“You actually love doing that. Don’t you?” He straddled my legs, facing my feet, and slowly inched back.

“Are you kidding me?” I framed his beautiful ass with my hands, spreading his cheeks apart. “That’s the sexiest fuckhole I’ve ever seen, and it’s all mine. Of course I love eating your ass. Better yet, why don’t you ride my tongue, baby? Back up that sexy hole and⁠—”

The rest was muffled by Stas doing exactly what I asked without waiting for me to finish. I stuck out my tongue, and he groaned, slowly bouncing his ass on my face, teasing me. With a growl, I grabbed his thighs and settled him onto my face and slurped at his hole. Tremors ran through him.

“Fuck.” Stas’s body jerked as he balanced on his arms. “Yuriy, your tongue. Oh fuck.”

I’d never heard Stas chant so many fucks in the time I’d known him. He was being loud, so I pinched his ass, and he seemed to understand because his moans quietened into the sexiest whimpers a grown man could make. He seemed to go feral whenever I rubbed my tongue ring against his opening.

Stas shifted to his knees, and I instantly missed the shape of him opening up for my tongue. He wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking me up and down slowly.

“I want to hate you for this, but I can’t.” He sighed. “That would be counterproductive given how much I enjoyed the size of you inside me last time.”

“And you’ll enjoy it even better this time.” I sucked my middle finger into my mouth, then guided it, slick with saliva, to his hole. He groaned, squeezing my cock as my finger breached him and settled deep inside. With lazy strokes, I pushed up against his prostate, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Hand me the lube, babe.”

The lubricant made it easier to finger him. With his position, I got to admire the way he opened up for me, stretching around my digits. If only I could see his face, his lips falling apart on those sexy little moans coming from him.

“Yuriy, enough,” he gasped. “I need more than just your fingers.”

Chuckling, I slapped his ass gently. “Get on with it, then. Show me how well you can ride my cock. Turn around so I can see your gorgeous face.”

Stas hesitated, somehow vulnerable in the dim light of my room. He carefully moved over me, a bundle of restrained energy. His eyes never left mine as he positioned himself above me, taking my cock into his hand. With trembling legs and bated breath, he slowly lowered onto me.

A gasp, a shiver, and a strangled moan rang in the silence of the room. His expression, open and raw, was one I hoped I’d never forget: wide-eyed pleasure, surrender, and something deeper, perhaps the beginning of trust.

“Easy…” I ran my hands up his thighs, the muscles quivering under my fingertips. “Just like that. Fuck yourself, Stanislav. Nice and slow.”

“You’re so fucking big.” His breath hitched as he slid down farther, gasping when he bottomed out, his body finally allowing my full length within. For a few beats, he sat there, chest heaving, pupils dilated.

“You like the way I stretch you out. Don’t you?” I whispered.

He groaned. “Yeah. And those piercings…feel so fucking good inside me.”

I watched, unblinking, mesmerized by the sight of him seated on top of me. God, he was exquisite, a perfectly flawed mosaic of vulnerability and power.

“That’s it.” I ran my hands down the solid wall of his chest, thumbing his nipples into hard points that made him groan and throw his head back.