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Still gulping for air, he sways over me before carefully pulling out. I wince at the loss of him and am surprised when he doesn’t immediately head for the bathroom. Instead, he clumsily rolls over to sit on the side of the bed, his long legs akimbo. His back and ass muscles flex in the low apartment lighting as he removes the condom, knotting it before tossing it into the little bin by the bed.

And just like that, I have a much more positive association with the smell of latex, lube, and cum. He grabs a few tissues from the box on the windowsill, which he uses to wipe the cum off my belly.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice warm and his eyes thoughtful.

“Yeah,” I breathe out. “I’m fucking amazing.”

He cups my jaw, grinning. Almost sheepish. Until his eyes fall back to my cock.

“Wait, are you ready to go again?”

“I can take care of it—”

The air punches from my lungs when he, in all his naked glory, lazily slants toward my cock, taking it into his generous mouth. I can list on one hand the number of johns who were even remotely interested in giving me a blowjob, and never once did I feel what I’m feeling now.

My hand lands on his head. “Oh my God.Erik,” I say, coming softly into his mouth. “I’ve never…”

I let my words fade off. It doesn’t matter if I’ve never whatevered before. This is the dawn of a new era.

When he pulls away, I collapse onto the bed, wrung out from the top of my head to the bottoms of my feet. Chuckling, he carefully pulls the duvet out from under me, then snuggles in close, pulling it over us.

Oh God. As hot as the sex was, this is somehow even better.

Complaining, he mutters words likeno, not like that, come hereas he bodily rearranges me so I’m basically forced to cling to his side.

Mmph.The indignity, I think, grinning to myself.

My shoulder fits perfectly under his armpit, and he snakes his long arm down my back to cup my ass. I place my hand on his belly, rubbing it in comforting circles.

“Mm, that’s better,” he mumbles, tightening his grip on me before dropping off to sleep like a heavy coin dropped into a deep well. His deep, rhythmic breath moves like a warm wave under me. Before I can freak out and pinch myself for having a night like this with him, I find myself dropping off into that same deep well.

Before sleep claims me, a silly thought makes me smile.Wouldn’t it be funny if we fell together?

14

ERIK

Iwake in the same position I fell asleep: face up, with an adorable man hugging my side. I squeeze my eyes shut, afraid of what I might see with Ant in my arms. My brain has spent the last few weeks recategorizing him from practically infantile to beautiful tolover, and now that I’ve had him, I can’t unhave him.

The visual of his tiny body riding my cock, taking all of me…fuck.My imagination has nothing on reality.

“Hey,” he says, looking at me, half-smiling with a half-bitten lip. Still an adult man, I note with a relieved breath.

More importantly, I’m no longer shell-shocked by these feelings. They’re too familiar. Like a previously unrecognized friend taking off a mask.

“Hey,” I say, gingerly squeezing his ass. “How’s everything down there feeling?”

His cheeks color and he nuzzles his face into the side of my pec. “Good,” he answers, his voice muffled.

This shyness, while adorable, confirms what I observed last night. Ant had something going on behind his eyes at several points. A calculation. A comparison. An insecurity to be worked through. His brain was working overtime to make him feel safe. I’m grateful he still feels good about everything, and I hope one of these days he can fully relax into being with me.

Gently, I turn him on his back and settle between his thighs. By way of an answer, I place a soft kiss on his lips, then deepen it. He pushes me back with a laugh. “Ugh. Morning breath!”

Grinning, I drag him off the bed and hoist him over my shoulder as I walk to the bathroom. The reflection of Ant’s pert brown ass and muscled thighs in the mirror is…yeah, I like that. I tilt him toward me and take a nip out of his cheek.

“Yeouch!” he shouts, laughing as he pummels my back.

One-handed, I unzip my Dopp kit and grab my toothbrush and paste. It’s a little fiddly to do one-handed, but I finally get the toothpaste on the toothbrush and get enough water on it to brush my teeth.