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He laughs, but it comes out wrecked.

Then he starts moving.

It’s not tender or slow. We’ve spent an entire day pretending not to know each other that well, and it’s all coming out of us at the same time. His hips snap into mine, and I sit up because I need to be closer to him.

I wrap my arms around his waist, and he keeps raising his hips and crushing down on me. My cock is painfully hard, throbbing inside him.

At some point, he leans down to my ear.

“I watched you all night,” he mutters. “Every time you looked at me, I wanted to jump into your lap.”

“Did you want me to fuck you like this?”

“I wanted to suck your skin like this.” He drops his mouth to my throat and sucks.

He’s not gentle, and I know before tomorrow I’ll have a bright-red mark there. I can’t even begin to regret it. I’ll just keep his scarf longer.

“What else did you want to do?” I ask.

Each word of his reply comes pointed and breathless and in time with his thrusts. I can’t even do anything. This is his show, and I’m only here for the ride.

“I. Wanted. To. Claim. You.”

“Fuck.”

“Tell… Fuck… Foster, I wanted to tell everyone.”

I close my eyes, trying to imagine a world in which that could happen and failing to believe it can’t happen in this one.

“Foster…” he begs, and I just know what he wants.

With one arm around his waist, I flip us until he’s on his back.

“Is this what you want, baby? You want me to fuck you into this mattress until you’re boneless and can’t remember your own name?”

“Yes.”

I thrust in and out of him with everything I have. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful. Griffin.”

“Foster.” He grunts.

I fuck him through his orgasm, and it’s not lost on me that he didn’t once need to touch himself. I fall apart a moment later with his name on my lips and tears behind my eyes.

“You’re too heavy,” he complains when, after a minute, I haven’t moved. But I can’t.

“One more minute,” I say into his neck.

I need to find my wits before I can look at him. My cock slips out of him, and I know we need to clean up.

I manage to shift without making eye contact and go to the bathroom. When I look in the mirror, I don’t recognize the man in front of me.

Finn appears behind me and kisses my shoulder. “You okay?”

I laugh. “I should be the one asking you that.”

He turns me until we’re facing each other.

“What are we doing, Fox?”