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A shiver went through Sloane, and he quickly grabbed the lube off the coffee table where he’d left it. He poured a generous amount onto the flesh-colored sex toy. Just the thought of what he was about to do had him painfully hard, his cock jutted up against his stomach leaking precome. He took one of the throw pillows off the couch, and Dex lifted his hips so Sloane could slide it under him.
“I want you to look at me,” Sloane ordered as he knelt on the couch. He pressed the tip of the dildo in his hand to Dex’s entrance, watching as Dex’s lips parted in anticipation. Slowly, he breached Dex’s hole; his grip on his feral half was tentative at best, especially when Dex grabbed the back of his knees and drew them closer to his chest. Sloane couldn’t help taking hold of his own cock and stroking. He groaned at the noises coming from Dex. His beautiful face was flushed, and he writhed as Sloane pulled out slightly before pushing the rest of the way in until the dildo was buried deep inside him.
Sloane had never seen anythi
ng more decadent than Dex spreading wide for him, a cock stuck up his ass. Unable to help himself, Sloane stopped to get on his stomach, his elbows hooked under Dex’s knees as he licked from Dex’s hole up to his cock. He sucked and nibbled at Dex’s inner thigh before drawing Dex’s cock into his mouth. He took Dex down deep, loving the way Dex shivered underneath him, how he begged Sloane. The dildo moved, and Sloane popped off Dex with a low growl.
“Don’t you fucking move. Keep it there until I’m done.”
“Sloane,” Dex whined. “Please. I can’t.”
“You can, and you will.”
Sloane went back to driving Dex crazy with his mouth, circling his tongue around Dex’s cock, pressing the tip down against his slit. Dex whimpered, his fingers slipping into Sloane’s hair, grabbing fistfuls of it. Sloane groaned in the back of his throat, loving the way Dex tugged at his hair. He swallowed Dex down to the root before pressing his lips hard around Dex and moving back up.
“Sloane,” Dex warned.
Sloane pulled off Dex, gave his nipple a tweak, before he sat back on his heels. He slowly removed the dildo and replaced it with his cock. He buried himself inch by inch until he was settled against Dex’s ass. Taking hold of Dex’s legs, Sloane began to move, pumping into Dex, his groin slapping against Dex’s ass. The couch moved beneath them, but Dex held on tight as Sloane pounded into him.
“Oh fuck! Oh God, oh God, oh fuck!”
Dex cried out, his back arching up off the couch, his cock spurting come across his chest, with some landing on his neck and chin. Sloane bent over Dex, grabbing his shoulders, jerking Dex toward him as he drove into him. His hair fell over his face, sweat dripping down his neck as he fucked Dex wildly, his hips losing all rhythm. White heat spread through Sloane, exploding in front of his eyes as his orgasm barreled through him. His muscles tensed, and he pumped into Dex even harder as he spilled himself inside Dex’s hole. It seemed to go on forever, until Sloane was sore and collapsed on top of Dex.
Sloane lay on Dex, attempting to catch his breath. Beneath him, Dex’s soft panting soon leveled out. The room smelled of sweat and sex. Sloane wanted to move, but he couldn’t. The best he could manage was to roll himself off Dex, landing on the couch on his side. He wrapped an arm around Dex and nuzzled his hair.
“I love you,” Sloane breathed.
“I love you too,” Dex replied quietly.
A CHILL woke Sloane, and as lazy as he felt, he knew they should get up. They’d already had sex twice more. Dex’s appetite seemed insatiable. Not that Sloane was complaining. He planted a kiss on Dex’s shoulders, his hands caressing Dex’s stomach.
“Babe.”
Dex stirred. “Hm.”
“Let’s go to bed.”
“Sleep here,” Dex murmured, wrapping his arm around Sloane’s and lacing their fingers together. Seconds later, he declared he had to pee.
“Okay,” Sloane said with a chuckle, releasing him. He must have fallen back asleep because he woke up when Dex kissed him.
“Come on, handsome. My ass is getting cold.”
Sloane got up with a groan. He had to pee anyway. Dex had washed up, because Sloane could smell the flowery soap from their bathroom upstairs. Once he was done, he pulled on a T-shirt and pajama bottoms, and once Dex had done the same, they climbed into bed and snuggled close together.
“Sloane,” Dex mumbled sleepily.
“Yeah.”
“Turn off the lamp.”
Sloane turned to reach for the lamp and frowned. “It is off.” He blinked the sleep from his eyes and turned back to Dex, freaked out when Dex bolted upright. “Dex, what’s wrong?”
“Why’s it so bright in here?”
Sloane quickly scrambled and turned on the bedside lamp. He knelt beside Dex, checking him over, noticing how Dex was squinting, as if the lamplight was blinding.
“Tell me what you’re feeling. Talk to me.” Something was wrong. Dex’s skin was burning up, and his pupils were dilated. He winced, his hand going to his chest.
