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“Yeah,” I say, my voice rough. “Yeah, okay. Condom first. Don’t move.”

I keep my fingers inside of him and reach with the other hand, knocking a pen to the floor, but coming back with a foil. I slowly remove my fingers, and he whimpers, attempting to keep them inside him. I lean over him and kiss his lips.

“You’re sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire life.”

That’s all I need to hear. I sit back up, kneeling between his legs, and tear the package open with my teeth. He watches me roll it on, chest heaving, one hand already fisted in my sheet. I slick myself up with the lube. I line up. Pausing.

“Last check,” I tell him. “You can still change your mind. I’ll get you off either way.”

“I want you.” He hooks his heels behind my thighs and tugs me forward with them, opening wider beneath me. “I want to know what it feels like. With you.”

I sink in slowly. He hisses as my head pops through the tight ring of muscle, and I stop with barely the crown through it.

I kiss his open mouth. “Breathe, baby.”

He relaxes slightly, lifting his hips to me, and I slide deeper, inch by inch, until I’m fully seated and shaking and trying very hard not to come from the tight heat of him.

“Full,” he whispers. His nails are in my shoulder. “Daniel. You’re—that’s you.”

I smile against his lips. “That’s me. You feel so good I might actually die. Tell me when I can move.”

He takes three deep breaths. On the fourth, he rolls his hips again and groans. “Now.”

I pull back and press in again, shallow, then deeper when he chases it. The bed creaks beneath us. I don’t care. I get my hand around him and stroke him in time to my thrusts. Loose. Not enough to finish him off, because I want this to last longer than my body is voting for. He’s so loud and vocal in a way he isn’t anywhere else. It’s like seeing my own private version of him. Every thrust drives a broken little sound out of him, and I put my mouth on his throat so I can feel them form.

“Look at you,” I say. “Taking me so fucking good. You feel so tight, your perfect ass, squeezing the shit out of my dick.”

He makes a noise that might be a laugh and might be a moan, and it breaks in the middle. “That’s—very accurate.”

“Yeah?” I drive harder and feel him clench around me. “You like hearing what you’re doing to me? Squeezing my dick with your hole? It feels so fucking good. I’m never going to get enough of this.”

“Yes. Please.” His voice shakes. His heels dig into the back of my thighs, trying to pull me deeper. “I like your dick inside of me. Don’t stop. Daniel, I’m close. Please don’t stop this time.”

“Such a dirty mouth on an innocent guy.” I chuckle into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip.

I almost slow down, just to watch him fall apart on the edge again.

“I need to come,” he moans. “Please.”

“Okay, baby, I’ll let you come.”

I stroke him properly, thumb over the red and angry head, and fuck him through it. He goes tight all at once, back bowing, my name on his lips, and he comes over his stomach and my fist in hot pulses that drag me right after him. I bury my face in his neck and groan, hips stuttering, my feelings building up in my throat, and this time I don’t swallow the words down.

“I love you,” I get out, rough. “Fuck, I love you.”

He nods against my cheek like he heard it and can’t get his answer out yet. I stay inside him until the shaking eases. Then I ease out, tie off the condom, and drop it into the trash can next to my desk. He’s boneless under me, staring at the ceiling with a dazed look.

“You good?” I ask.

He blinks, his eyes refocusing and finding my face. He nods then seems to decide a nod isn’t enough. “Yes. Very. I didn’t know it would feel like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I didn’t want it to end.” His ears go pink even now. “Also my legs don’t work. And you said you love me again.”

“And I meant it again.” I kiss his knee. “Stay here. I’ll get a cloth.”