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“More than.” Gabe arched his hips, letting Oliver’s cock line up with his hole, and then in a fluid motion, Oliver pushed in.
Gasping, he felt Gabe’s insides clenching around him, and he had to fist the sheets tight to keep himself under control. He’d fucked before, plenty of times, and those times had been good. But never had he wanted it so badly. Never had he wanted his partner to enjoy every second, to draw it out, to feel something.
“Move,” Gabe whispered, drawing Oliver out of his thoughts.
Oliver looked down at the other man, watching him from under heavy, dark lashes, and he couldn’t help a slow smile creeping over his mouth. “You are so gorgeous.”
Gabe shifted his hips, making Oliver moan, and then he started a rhythm around Oliver’s cock. Gabriel gasped and tightened around Oliver’s cock.
“Yes. Good,” Oliver moaned, thrusting harder as Gabe’s hands urged him on. “Good. Fuck.”
“I’m going to come. I’m going—I’m going to come,” Gabriel moaned just minutes later. “Rub my dick, Ollie. Please.”
Reaching between their bodies, Oliver rubbed his finger along Gabe’s cock once more, feeling his boyfriend tensing and cresting, then crying out with his orgasm. The way Gabe quivered around Oliver was just enough to throw him over the edge, and with harsh, erratic thrusts, he was coming hard and fast.
His head bent down, the front of Gabe’s shirt muffling his moans as he buried his head in the center of his boyfriend’s chest. He trembled a little with the aftershocks, then finally rolled to the side, surprised at just how much he was sweating for sex that hadn’t lasted a full five minutes.
“Ollie?”
“Yeah?”
Gabe was quiet a long moment before he asked, “Will you put your fingers inside me?”
Oliver moaned very softly as he slipped his hand between Gabe’s thighs and pressed two fingers back in. His insides were still spasming lightly, but after a beat, Gabe began to relax and tighten around Oliver.
“Kiss me,” Gabe said.
Oliver did. The kisses were soft and lazy and sweet. He basked in the taste of them as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out, and eventually Gabe’s fingers closed around his wrist and eased his touch away.
“Thank you.”
Oliver hummed, kissing the edge of Gabe’s jaw once more before rolling away and making space between their bodies. “Anytime, love.”
“God,” Gabe said, reaching over to brush a few stray locks from Oliver’s forehead. “That was fucking good.”
Oliver laughed, his hands still quaking a bit as he reached down to pull off the condom and tie it. He threw it in the direction of the bin, a little disgusted with himself that he didn’t even look to see if he’d made it, but he was too boneless and sated to care.
Groaning, he threw one arm up over his head, twisting his face to the side to get a good look at his boyfriend. Gabe had his head against the pillow, looking fuck-stupid and more gorgeous than ever.
“We’re going to do that again, right?” Oliver asked after a moment.
Laughing, Gabe reached out and curled one hand around the side of Oliver’s hip. “I think so. If I have anything to say about it.”
“Mm. Good.” He shifted over to press a few lazy kisses along Gabe’s jaw, then nuzzled against his cheek. “How about breakfast, yeah? I don’t think I have anything here, but I know a good café.”
“Fine,” Gabe said as he nuzzled back. “As long as it’s not the one I work at. And after we eat, we’re going food shopping. If I’m going to stay here all weekend, there’s no way I’m eating out every meal.”
Oliver grinned. “What if I eat you out for every meal?”
Gabe flushed but he didn’t entirely look displeased with that idea. “I’m being serious, Oliver.”
He grinned at his boyfriend. “Fine, but you’re cooking, love. Trust me, you don’t want me to even try.”
“Fair enough. Though I don’t know how you survived this long without even the basics.” Gabe stretched his arms above his head. “Hand me my binder, will you?”
Oliver laughed, rolling off the bed to rummage around for his jeans. He picked up the fallen condom and threw it in the bin properly before picking Gabe’s binder up off his pile of clothes, tossing it over. “You underestimate how posh I grew up, dearest. My mum was either drunk or hysterical, so if we didn’t have a cook, we would not have been fed.”
Gabe’s face fell, and Oliver’s gut twisted when he saw a look of pity. He hated pity more than anything, but he knew if the situations were reversed, he probably would have felt the same way. Taking a breath, he went to his closet to rummage around for a fresh shirt.
