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They entered the bedroom at the top of the staircase, Mathieu stepping inside first and releasing Win to turn on the light. Then he faced Win, who held the other man’s gaze for a little while longer. After they’d broken up, even though he’d worked at the house, Win had avoided entering this bedroom. It was the one they’d shared. Once a week, cleaners came in and did their thing, changing linens and all that. But Win could never set foot in there again.
So this was the first time he was back since it all fell apart.
“Win.” Mathieu spoke his name softly, carefully, as if knowing what was going through Win’s mind. “We don’t— This doesn’t have to happen.”
Win took him in, every beautiful inch of him. Mathieu represented so much, but at that moment Win only wanted to go back to the good times. He only wanted to remember how they’d been in this room. The way they’d loved each other—from wild, fiery abandon to soft and tender.
Before Mathieu, sex had been such a complicated thing for Win. Mathieu had taught him to love his body and to not be ashamed of his desires. With Mathieu out of his life, Win had packed that part of himself away.
Sexless.
He’d been sexless for years. And while he’d been touched, it’d never been the way he wanted, the way he craved. There was only one man to give it to him. “I want you.” He cupped Mathieu’s jaw now, staring deep into his eyes, hoping Mathieu heard all Win was trying to tell him with those three words.
Mathieu breathed deeply, a clearly relieved gesture, and the rise and fall of his chest mesmerized Win for a moment. It made his mouth water, turned his tongue heavy and useless, the sheer perfection that was Mathieu Pascal. He had to blink and shake his head to return to himself. Mathieu smiled at him, eyes mirroring the need blooming bigger and bolder in Win’s chest.
Mathieu tugged him into his arms and wrapped a hand around his waist, tipping Win’s chin up with the other. His lips brushed Win’s forehead, each eyelid, his nose, and then those lips were on Win’s. Kissing him softly at first. Tender. Featherlight brushes of firm but soft lips that made Win sigh and cling to him. “Let me take care of you.”
A ragged sob left Win and he fisted both hands in the front of Mathieu’s shirt. It was all he wanted. What he’d waited so long to hear. “Please.” The only thing he’d ever truly wanted.
Mathieu’s lips parted over his and Win opened for him, moaning when Mathieu’s tongue swept inside, coaxing. With Mathieu, kissing was an art, and he was the teacher. He used his tongue to strip Win, turning him hard and quivering. Win pressed closer to him, rocking his erection onto Mathieu’s thigh, begging with the jerk of his hips and the curl of his fingers into Mathieu’s chest. Win vibrated with need, blood buzzing in his ears. Only a few flicks of Mathieu’s tongue over his and already Win’s legs were useless.
His knees were on the verge of giving out when Mathieu pulled back, breaking the kiss with a long and luxuriously wet sound to grab at Win’s t-shirt and yank it over his head. With Win’s chest bare, Mathieu hauled him back into his arms, burying his face in Win’s neck, biting, nipping at his skin as Win writhed in his arms.
Mathieu’s kisses were hot, his breath whistling in Win’s ear when he sucked on Win’s earlobe, biting down briefly. Win gasped, arching into him. He clasped Mathieu’s head, holding him where he was as shivers heated his spine. His dick begged for attention and he undulated against Mathieu’s hardness, making sure the other man felt him.
Hands coasted down his back and grabbed his ass, and Mathieu shoved a knee between Win’s parted thighs, nudging his balls just right.
“Ugh.” Win threw his head back, clinging to Mathieu by his fingertips as he writhed. He must look so fucking wanton right now but he didn’t care. He’d never cared when in Mathieu’s arms. Mathieu kissed his ear, his jaw, took his lips, and Win sobbed into his mouth as he rubbed on Mathieu, chasing the source of heat that had his dick leaking and sparks shooting up and down his spine.
Mathieu dipped a hand under the waistband of Win’s jeans from the back, and since the material had zero give, it was a bit of a struggle, especially with the fact that Win couldn’t keep still. The pleasure was too much and he’d been without for way too long. Plus, Mathieu felt too warm, too hard, too good.
A finger dragged down his crack and teased at his hole. Win whined in frustration. He wanted that finger inside him in the worst way but it wasn’t happening, not with his jeans, and their position, so he released Mathieu and lifted his head.
Mathieu stilled immediately, removing his hand and stepping back. His lips were wet and swollen, eyes heavy-lidded, nostrils flaring as he watched Win, waiting. What happened next was up to Win. Mathieu had handed him control and that knowledge gave him the courage to unbutton his jeans and shove them—along with his underwear—down his thighs.
Mathieu made a sound, a low rumble in his chest. “Fuck, I missed you.” He was hoarse, voice torn up from arousal and the need he was obviously struggling to keep leashed.
Win hopped over to sit at the edge of the bed, removing his boots and then his clothes.
And now he was naked. Naked in front of the last man he ever thought he’d allow back into his heart. Into his body. But he’d only ever wanted Mathieu. Only ever needed him. Staring at Mathieu now, the other man still clothed and rubbing his jaw as if he didn’t know what to do with Win, where to start, Win had to finally admit he’d hoped for this. He’d lain awake at night in bed and pictured this. His chest felt as if his heart was too small to hold all the things he felt when he stared into Mathieu’s eyes.
He rose from the bed and went to Mathieu. “I missed you.” His voice shook so badly as he stood in front of the one and only man he’d ever loved. “I’ve wanted you.” His eyes burned and watered. “I’ve needed you.”
Mathieu’s eyes were red-rimmed and his chin quivered the tiniest bit when he cupped Win’s jaw, tracing his lips with his thumb. “It’s you,” he rasped. “It will always only ever be you for me, Win.”
That declaration shook Win’s soul and propelled him back into Mathieu’s arms, back in his mouth, getting scorched by the heated twist of his tongue. A large hand dropped to his ass, gripping him tight, and Win climbed him. Legs around Mathieu’s waist, arms around his neck as the other man began moving. Win didn’t let go even when Mathieu laid him gently on the bed and hovered over him. Ankles crossed just above Mathieu’s ass, Win undulated against him. His cock, having softened a bit, was back to full hardness, the tip slick.
Mathieu released his lips with a loud sound, making his way down Win’s body, tongue flicking over his nipples and drawing gasps, wet kisses trailing down his abdomen and making the muscles contract until Mathieu settled between Win’s thighs, shouldering him open wider. Win closed his eyes and arched when Mathieu wrapped a hand around his dick and dragged the tip of his nose down the length of him.
“Fuck. Mathieu.”
Hot breath on his feverish skin only served to dial Win’s need up to a thousand and when Mathieu took him into his mouth Win cried out, his entire lower half lifting off the mattress. Mathieu hummed around him, tongue sliding over his crown, fingers busy tugging on Win’s balls. He sucked on Win’s crown then stopped, running his tongue over his ridges, flattening it down the length of him only to return and take Win’s cock head into his mouth again, sucking him hard and long.
“Ungh.” Win moaned to the ceiling, panting, hips jerking. He reached down, palming the back of Mathieu’s head, shoving his face deeper into his crotch, begging for Mathieu to do whatever he wanted with him. He dripped pre-cum, wetting his balls, soaking the other’s man grip as Mathieu’s fingers dipped lower still, tracing his hole. A digit pushed in and both of Win’s legs shot up.
“Please. Please.” He trembled, thighs aching, body vibrating.
Mathieu worked him over good, mouth wet and hot, undoing him expertly. A finger slid deeper into Win and his body bowed.
