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He’s still sprawled beneath me on all fours, so I position myself behind him, gripping his hips as I push in slowly. After a moment of resistance, the head of my cock breaches his tight entrance, and we both groan at the sensation. I push slowly, inch by inch, giving him time to adjust until I’m fully inside him.

“Fuck,” I groan, looking down at where we’re joined. “You feel incredible.”

I pause, letting him get used to me before pulling out almost completely and thrusting back in slowly. His body welcomes me, muscles clenching around me as if they never want to let go. The way he looks back at me over his shoulder, eyes dark with need, lips parted and swollen, makes me want to lose control completely.

“Harder,” he requests, and I comply, angling my hips to hit that sweet spot inside of him that has him moaning.

The room fills with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, our ragged breaths, and his cries of pleasure. His hands grip the headboard, knuckles white, as he pushes back to meet every thrust. I feel him tightening around me, his body tensing as he gets closer to the edge, and I know neither of us will last much longer like this.

I’m driving into him with a force that borders on brutal, but he takes it, he meets it, he begs for it. And I’m lost in the feel of him.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.”

“Marcus,” he gasps. “Fuck, Marcus.”

“I love hearing you say my name like that,” I admit. He’s so sexy with his ass in the air with his cheek against the pillow. I adjust my position slightly so I can reach around him and wrap my hand around his dick. He’s slick with precum, and I stroke him in time with my thrusts.

“Mmm,” he hums.

“Come around my cock.”

“So. Close.” But I can tell he’s fighting his orgasm, like he doesn’t want this to end. I admire his self-control, but I’m determined to break it, even if I’m not ready for this to be over either.

I slow my thrusts, changing the angle, hitting a new spot inside, and it makes him cry out. I’m teasing him, torturing him, pushing him to his limit while he takes everything I give him and moans through it.

“Such a good boy,” I praise, and he whimpers. “You love that, don’t you? Love being told what a good boy you are while you’re stuffed full of my cock?” Words are flowing out of my mouth with no filter. I’m a man possessed, driven by the need to make him lose his mind and forget everything except me.

“Nghh,” he cries out. “Yes.”

“Let go. Come for me, Evan.”

With a hoarse cry, he does. His whole body arches as he spills over my hand and onto the sheets below. He clamps down around me and it pushes me over the edge. With a groan, I bury myself deep inside him, my orgasm tearing through me, and my body quakes as I come hard.

For a moment, we’re both coming down from the high. Evan collapses forward onto the bed, with me still buried inside him. The room smells of sex and sweat, and the only sound is our ragged breathing slowly evening out. I carefully pull out, and Evan makes a soft noise. I should probably say something, but my brain is still catching up to my body.

I roll the condom off and head to the bathroom to get a washcloth for him. When I come back, Evan is on his back, facing me.

“Well, that was much better than your Jeep.” He grins, and it’s so sexy. I have to fight myself not to go over and pounce on him again.

“Low bar,” I say through a laugh. “Want me to clean you up?”

“I can do it, but thanks.” He takes the washcloth and wipes the drying cum from his stomach, then moves between his legs, eyeing the mark I left there. “You know, you left one like that last year right here?” He points to his collarbone.

I probably shouldn’t smile at that, but I can’t help it. He remembers exactly where I put my mouth on him last time, and now he’s got fresh marks to remember me by too. Somewhere even harder to forget.

“You’re welcome for keeping them discreet.”

“How considerate of you,” he says playfully.

But I don’t think anyone’s ever called me that. Not even as a joke. I swallow that thought down though as I toss the used washcloth onto the nightstand so I don’t have to look at him while I try to erase that thought.

“You want water or something?” I ask instead, sitting up.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

I nod as I grab the two bottles from the dresser and hand him one. He sits up against the headboard, and I do the same, both of us drinking in silence. The sheets are a mess between us, evidence of what we have just done.

“Wanna watch TV?” I ask, reaching for the remote on the nightstand because I don’t want the night to be over just yet.