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Harrison adjusted his grip.

And Jake fucking lost it.

His thighs shook. Breath tore out of him in broken bursts as he fucked Harrison’s hand with none of the slow, cocky control he’d started with.

And Harrison watched.

“Fuck… Harry.” Jake fell forward, planting one hand beside Harrison’s head, the other gripping his shoulder as the pressure wound tighter. Too fast now. Too fucking good. “Fuck, I’m—”

The orgasm hit on the next thrust.

And Jake broke with a deep, helpless groan as his body folded over him. But Harrison kept hold of him, taking every involuntary jerk of Jake’s hips, holding him through each hard pulse until Jake finally sagged above him.

For several seconds, he couldn’t move.

Christ.

Eventually Jake managed to lift his head.

Harrison looked distinctly pleased with himself.

So Jake dragged in enough air for a hoarse, “Smug bastard.”

That almost-smile appeared. Then Harrison reached for the sheet, wiped his hand clean, and curled his fingers gently around the back of Jake’s neck. “Come here.”

Jake barely had the energy to complain before Harrison drew him down.

And that—

Fuck.

That was different.

Jake went willingly, falling onto him with his face tucked into the warmth of Harrison’s neck. Harrison’s arm came around his back, holding him there while Jake’s breathing slowly evened out.

Jake closed his eyes.

He was used to the bit before this. The wanting. The fucking. Getting someone off and getting off himself.

This bit?

Not so much.

And maybe that was why, when Harrison slid his fingers into his hair, Jake didn’t immediately make some smartarse comment to break whatever this was. He just stayed where he was.

Enjoying it.

Then Harrison leaned forward to press his mouth close to Jake’s ear. “You’re very nice, Jake Whitton.”

Jake snorted into his chest. “Thought I were a sexy fuck.”

Harrison chuckled. “That too.”

Jake smiled into Harrison’s shirt and stayed there for a while, letting his breathing even out beneath the slow sweep of Harrison’s hand.

Eventually, he lifted his head. “Your turn?”

Harrison said nothing. He just looked at him.