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When he was fully seated within his body, Charlie leaned forward, pressing a series of openmouthed kisses along Will’s spine until he reached his neck. His perfect lover tilted his head to the side, offering him access to bite down on the tendons that ran along his neck and shoulder.
“Fuck,” Will whispered roughly. “You feel…you feel…”
“What, baby? Tell me,” Charlie growled in his ear.
“So good. I’m so…so full.” His words were slightly slurred as if he were drunk on pleasure.
Still leaning over Will, Charlie punched his hips forward, forcing himself even deeper. Just short thrusts that left Will whimpering and chanting his name, as if it were a prayer for release. He wanted to thrust hard and deep, drive them both screaming to the edge of oblivion, but this was heaven and he didn’t want it to ever end.
A hiss of pain escaped Will, and Charlie froze.
“Too much?” Charlie asked.
“No,” Will grumbled. “It’s my hand.” He shifted his weight to his left hand and lifted his right to carefully flex it out to the side. It was the hand he’d slugged Charlie with. Not surprisingly, it was still tender and giving him trouble.
With a grin, Charlie wrapped his arms around Will’s chest and pulled him up so that he was seated in Charlie’s lap, his ass impaled on his cock. “Then, how about this?” Charlie murmured.
“Oh fuck,” Will moaned, each word breathless as if Charlie had pushed all the air out of his lungs. “So deep. Fuck, you’re so deep.”
Charlie might not be able to thrust hard and long, but he remained completely wrapped in Will this way. Keeping one arm across Will’s chest to hold him in place, Charlie gripped Will’s dick in his other, stroking him in time to his thrusts.
Will’s shouts grew louder, and he reached behind him to grab the back of Charlie’s neck with his left hand. He writhed and shifted, trying to fuck himself on Charlie’s dick while thrusting into his hand. The friction and slide of their bodies, each desperate pant from Will, were all building to fray Charlie’s control. He wanted to come so badly, but he needed to feel Will explode first.
“You close, baby?”
“Yes! Yes!”
“Come for me,” Charlie gritted out. “Show me how much you like this thick dick inside you.”
“Char—” His name was lost to a fractured shout. Will’s ass tightened around him, squeezing him so perfectly while hot cum covered his hand as he stroked Will through his orgasm. It was enough to tip Charlie over the edge. He moaned loudly as he thrust again and again into his lover, filling the condom, while his fingers dug into Will’s shoulder, pulling him even closer. His vision faded and the world seemed to break apart for several heartbeats.
Yeah, he could die like this. There would never be a more perfect moment. He could happily die this very second, and that would be just fine.
But he didn’t die.
His brain booted up and he discovered that the next moment was nearly as good as the last. Will was leaning his completely relaxed, sweaty body on Charlie’s. Every muscle was loose, and he was utterly vulnerable in his arms.
Will Monroe was in his arms.
“I think I’m dead,” Will mumbled and Charlie grinned against his shoulder. Even after six years, their minds were still in sync at times, though he suspected that Will would hate to know that tidbit. The grumpy man was due to surface any second, but Charlie felt more confident now in dealing with him. This was not over. They were not over.
Kairo was right. He’d been handed a precious second chance, and he was not going to blow it. He just had a feeling that the hard part was going to be convincing Will to take another chance on him.
“Let me take care of this and clean us up,” Charlie murmured. He was loath to release Will, but he needed to handle the condom and get Will settled before he fell asleep where he was. His lover grunted softly as Charlie carefully pulled free of his body. He removed the condom and tied it off while Will flopped facedown on the bed.
Some things didn’t change. After a good orgasm, Will was always a lifeless lump. Charlie could set his watch by the man. In about three minutes, he was going to be snoring, asleep in whatever awkward position he fell into.
He started toward the door and Will made a scoffing noise.
“Seriously?” Will demanded.
“What? I’m going to get a damp cloth. I’ll be right back.”
“Yeah, but…” His words stopped, but his eyes pointedly swept Charlie’s very naked body. To which, Charlie smirked at the man. Did Will think the guys hadn’t seen him naked? Or was he in denial about the fact that everyone in the house knew what they’d been doing?
