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Dante complied, carefully removing the one finger and then beginning again with two. The almost-pain was exquisite, and André’s cock hardened further—or maybe it was his balls. He was nothing but sensation as Dante’s digits worked their magic.
When they began to scrape across André’s prostate, he grabbed his cock in desperation, gripping it hard to keep himself from coming.
“Dante,” he said through gritted teeth. “You. In. Me.”
“Yeah,” Dante panted. “That.”
With a tenderness that always surprised André, Dante pulled his fingers out of André’s ass. André breathed in as Dante’s cock began to take their place. Dante didn’t have a monster cock—thank god—but he wasn’t small either. After what felt like hours, he eased his thick, rock-solid erection across André’s prostate.
“This is incredible. You are incredible.”
Spreading his legs as wide as possible, André gave up trying to keep himself from coming. It was clear Dante was on board as well. Their hips pistoned in an age-old dance, mirroring each other while Dante’s dick went back and forth, hammering André’s prostate. André’s impossibly hard cock throbbed every time Dante bent closer or it brushed against his body.
It was Dante who broke first.
“Shit, André. I can’t stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
Reaching underneath André’s hips, Dante jammed himself as far into André’s hole as was humanly possible. André wrapped his legs around his waist, holding him in. Warm come filled his hole as Dante pulsed inside of him.
“Jesus Fucking Christ,” Dante whispered, his hips stuttering as he continued to come.
André arched his back instinctively. He needed just a little more contact. He was so close.
Returning to himself, Dante reached out and gently ran his index finger around the mushroom-shaped cap of André’s penis. His touch felt like fire, sending sparks from André’s hole up his spine.
“Come with me inside?” Dante asked.
The sound André made in return wasn’t a human one. But Dante must have realized a few tight touches were all he needed. He proceeded to wrap his hand around André and pump once and then again. André’s entire body jerked and jolted. His already tight balls released and come erupted from his tip, spilling over his stomach and onto the sheet.
Dante kept pumping until André’s sac was empty and he whimpered.
“Good, I’m good.”
“Fuck, me too.’
“I know all the books make it clear I’m not supposed to confess that I love you immediately after sex. But I do.” André breathed deeply.
“Screw what all the books say,” Dante said as he slowly pulled his cock out of André’s body. “I love you too. Don’t get up. I’ll grab something to clean us up.”
Dante left the bedroom and André just lay there, unable to move. Partly because his shoulder was stiff but mostly because what they’d just done had been incredible.
A minute later, Dante was back with a warm washcloth. After wiping André down, he tossed the cloth into the clothes hamper and climbed back underneath the covers.
“We should probably change the sheets.”
“Yeah, well, we’ll be getting up very soon, so I’m not going to worry about it. What did you want to tell me? Before?”
Right. André had felt the need to share one of the deepest, darkest truths about his past. He knew it was important that Dante know but it was a source of shame, a part of his life where André had failed.
“Ugh.”
“Just get it out now, in the dark. It’s easier. You’re not a serial killer? Or worse?”
“No. It’s about my family.”
“Cannot be worse than mine.”
