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“Get it nice and wet,” I said.

He sucked it into his mouth, the heat of him making my cock jump at the memory of how that mouth felt around my length. I pulled my finger free and swept it over the head of my cock, gathering the precum.

He was still lazily stroking his cock as I pressed my finger against his asshole, rubbing his edges and watching his face. I’d touched him there before and even had a few fingers inside him but that was it.

I pressed inside, going deeper each time I pulled it out until I was sliding it against the spot I knew would light him up. I added a second finger and he moaned as I brushed against it. His fist tightened around his cock and I frowned.

“Stop touching yourself.”

I could see it took effort for him to stop. His hand moved to my cock and stroked it in time to my fingers going in and out of him.

“Fuck—” He gasped, his hips jerking. “I need you, now.”

“You’re not ready,” I insisted.

“I don’t care,” he panted. “Maybe I want the pain.”

A ghost of a smile appeared on my face. I grabbed the lube and coated my cock with it. I added some on my fingers and slid them inside him a few times until he was fucking my fingers, his cock bouncing with the movement.

“More,” Nyx begged.

I pushed my head against his entrance, meeting resistance. I eased inside him, gritting my teeth as the heat assaulted me.

“Fuck, Nyx,” I groaned. “You’re so tight.”

My eyes flickered up to his and while pleasure was the dominant emotion playing across his face, there was also a tiny crease of apprehension.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much,” I stated.

“Stop talking,” Nyx said, his voice strained.

A smile flashed across my lips as my eyes dipped back down to watch as I slid deeper. I massaged around his edges, helping him take me. He groaned loudly and I stopped, his breathing harsh.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he gasped.

Nyx grabbed my hips and drew me closer until my hips lay flush against him.

“You’re so hot and tight,” I managed.

I pulled out a few inches and pushed back in, watching the rapture play across Nyx’s face. His lips parted and the sounds escaping him were making me strain with effort not to lose it right there. I withdrew my cock all the way and shoved forward, burying myself in one thrust and pulling a groan from both of us. I tilted my hips and picked up the pace, making sure to hit his prostate with every pass. His small gasps and curses were music to my ears and I captured his lips in mine, no longer able to hold back from kissing him.

The sounds of our heavy breathing and skin against skin echoed around the room. His nails dug into my back then slid down to my hips as I pushed up onto my hands so I could watch him. I slammed into him again and again.

“This ass was made for me,” I rasped.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his length, jerking him hard and fast. His hips shot up to mine and his eyes rolled back as the pleasure became overwhelming.

“God, Atlas, yes—” Nyx groaned. “I’m-I’m going to—come, holy shit.”

The moment he broke apart was one of the best moments of my life. I drove into him, pleasuring him through it as his come coated his abs and his cock throbbed in my hand. He squeezed around me so hard I could hardly move and then I was coming. I lost awareness as my body exploded into the vast nothing of ecstasy. All that was there were his eyes, a pit of black shadows drawing me into their depths. I was lost—gone—no one would be able to find my pieces after this.

I collapsed onto his chest, not even caring that his come made our connection sticky. Burying my face into his neck, I gasped in air, breathing him in and trying to figure out where all my big feelings should go. Except I was having issues putting those feelings away. Nyx’s heart was pounding against my chest and his hand was idly running up and down my back.

I finally lifted my head just enough to look down at him. His openness and vulnerability caught me off guard and I searched his eyes in concern.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

Nyx’s rogue smile tugged at his lips and he brushed a strand of hair off my cheek, his eyes unguarded, a rare vulnerability shining in their depths.