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“I came to Sweden for freedom, thinking it was a state of mind but realizing it was a person. It was you.”
“You love me,” Lars whispered, a tear finally spilling over to track a glistening trail down his cheek.
“I say all that romantic shit, and that’s all you hear?” I teased. “Jag älskar dig,” I confirmed in Swedish, saying it in the language he knew best.
His throat bobbed. “Your pronunciation is shit.”
My heart lightened the way it always did when he gave me hell. “Good thing I have you to teach me better,” I countered, quickly turning insecure. It was a feeling I was not accustomed to. A feeling I would like to flush down the toilet and never experience again. “I do have you, don’t I, angel? Tell me I didn’t ruin it these last few weeks.”
A broken sob ripped out as he launched himself at me, arms shackling around my neck as he pushed up onto his toes. Our lips slammed together, and I gripped his bare waist, kissing him exactly the way I’d craved since I walked out of our dorm room and boarded that plane.
The fresh zing of mint on his tongue, which he got from my toothbrush, made me groan and yank his body flush with mine. His cock stabbed into my hip through the towel around his waist, and I ripped the cotton away to wrap my hands around his uncut dick. He was so hard already, his swollen head flushed and exposed.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, mouth already salivating to swallow him down. I didn’t, though, not yet. Instead, I kept him in my fist, jacking him firmly as I watched his pink head disappear beneath the foreskin almost as though it were playing a game.
Desire pooled in my stomach, making my skin feel hot as I watched him twitch beneath my hand. When I pulled my fist forward, the extra skin closed around his head, leaving only the slit on display. I groaned, leaning in to lick at it, making him jolt.
“Hold still,” I demanded, using my free hand to grab his ass and pull him in. Then I went back to work, slipping my tongue along the edge of the skin, sliding beneath it to the hard flesh underneath. Above me, Lars groaned, and I scooted closer, loving the way my tongue was being swallowed up.
Pulling back, I dipped my finger beneath it, rimming his head. “I always have liked getting under your skin,” I rasped, leaning in to lick a pearl of precum beading on the tip.
“Stand up.” He panted, grabbing at my arm.
The towel at my waist caught on my knee as I moved, and it fell at our feet. The second I was standing, he reached out to grab my cock, shuffling closer so they could glide together.
“Watch,” he rasped, and someone would literally have had to pluck my eyeballs out with rusty nails to get me to look anywhere else.
Taking both our dicks in his hand, he pumped us, our hard, hot skin rubbing together. Both of us were leaking when he readjusted so we were tip to tip, then slid his foreskin over the tip of my cock.
I groaned, stomach muscles tightening so much that a wave of nausea hit me.
“Fuck into me, Win.” He encouraged, thrusting and smearing the pre-release slicking his head all over mine.
I grabbed his cock, and he let go, allowing me to pull the foreskin even farther over my head. I couldn’t look away. I was fucking obsessed with the way his dick swallowed mine, the way his skin suctioned around me. I wanted to jack off just like this, let my load explode across his head.
“This is the hottest fucking thing ever,” I groaned, thrusting into him, loving the friction of our heads pushing together.
He moaned his agreement, arching out his hips, fingers digging into my biceps as we thrust against each other like animals.
Tension tightened my balls, and I felt myself losing control. I stepped back abruptly, panting.
Lars made a strangled sound, nails biting into my arm. “Win,” he whined.
God, I loved it when he whined my name.
“On the bed, ass up.”
He blinked.
“Go on, angel. Do it.”
The second he was on hands and knees, ass presented to me, I bit into my knuckle. “I want to do so many bad things to you.”
“Then come over here and do them.” He challenged, glancing over his shoulder.
The bed dipped when my knee hit it, but I didn’t pause. I peeled his cheeks apart and stuffed my face in, licking a long stripe up his crack.
He shuddered and grunted, but I kept going, tongue finding his hole and licking across it. He fell onto his elbows, face burying in the blankets. I went at him, licking and sucking until he was pliant and soft and my tongue slipped in.
