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Ford reached back, caught Cole’s cock, and squeezed.

Cole’s laugh broke into a groan. He thrust once into Ford’s grip before pulling his fingers free.

“Condom,” Ford said.

Cole bent and kissed him between the shoulder blades. “Missed you telling me what to do.”

“Put it on, and I’ll tell you something else.”

Cole obeyed. He rolled Ford onto his side and settled behind him, drawing Ford’s upper leg forward until the angle opened. He didn’t stop to explain the adjustment or ask Ford to be careful. Cole knew his body. Ford trusted him with it.

The blunt head of Cole’s cock pressed against him. Ford tried to push back, but Cole caught him around the waist and held him still.

“Slow,” Cole said into his ear. “I want to feel you take all of me.”

He entered Ford one steady inch at a time. The stretch burned, then eased as Ford opened around him. Cole paused halfway in, breathing hard against Ford’s neck.

“More,” Ford said.

Cole pushed deeper.

Ford’s head fell back against his shoulder when Cole seated himself all the way inside. Full wasn’t a strong enough word for the pressure, the heat, the way Cole’s body surrounded his while his cock stretched Ford open from within.

Cole wrapped an arm across Ford’s chest and held him there. “Tell me.”

Ford moved his hips, making Cole slide inside him. “Fuck me like you came home for it.”

Cole pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in.

The thrust forced a shout out of Ford. Cole did it again before Ford recovered, setting a hard rhythm that drove him forward across the sheets. Ford braced himself and shoved back, meeting Cole hard enough to make their bodies slap together.

“That’s it,” Cole said. “Take it.”

Ford had missed the weight of him. The scrape of Cole’s stubble against his neck. The loss of control in Cole’s voice when Ford tightened around him.

He did it deliberately.

Cole swore and buried himself deep. His forehead pressed between Ford’s shoulder blades while he fought to hold still.

“Every night?” Ford asked, breathless. “You thought about me every night you were gone?”

“Yes.”

“Then show me.”

Whatever restraint Cole had left disappeared. He drove into Ford hard enough to rattle the headboard, one arm locking Ford against his chest while the other closed around his cock.

Ford stopped trying to stay quiet. There was nobody down the hall, nobody coming home early, nothing between them but the sound of Cole fucking him and all the wanting they’d carried through the separation.

Cole’s fist moved in time with his hips. Ford was already too close. He tried to hold it back, wanting more of Cole rough and desperate behind him, but Cole knew that too.

“Come for me,” Cole said against his ear.

“Not yet.”

Cole changed the angle and struck the place his fingers had worked open.

Ford’s body seized.