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Fabrice pushed Kirkland’s plate of cake closer to him before pouring the wine. “Eat. You need something in your stomach.”

Like a dutiful man, he picked up his fork and took a bite. If Kirkland even tasted the dessert, he didn’t show any pleasure. His gaze never wavered from Fabrice. Fabrice felt like prey being stalked. He liked it. Fabrice took a bite while still holding Kirkland’s stare. He licked the fork to get every bit of icing. While Fabrice had no idea which of them he tortured the most, the way Kirkland looked at him made him feel sexy. He didn’t want Kirkland to look away.

Kirkland tossed back his wine.

Fabrice moved to pour him another glass.

Kirkland held his hand up, stopping Fabrice. “No, thank you. I’d prefer to stay sober.”

Fabrice set the bottle aside. “Good idea. Drunk people can’t consent. I very much want you to be willing.”

Kirkland stood. He held his hand out to Fabrice. “I’m in. Are you?”

There was no stopping the wicked grin that stretched his lips as Fabrice accepted Kirkland’s hand. He stood and led the way to the bedroom. The weight of Kirkland’s stare was like a physical touch. Fabrice had never felt more desired. When he reached the bed, he peeled back the covers. At the same time, Kirkland’s shirt went flying. He molded against Fabrice’s back and kissed his neck. Fabrice reached over his shoulder and buried his fingers in Kirkland’s hair. He couldn’t keep his eyes open under the onslaught of lust. Kirkland felt too good against him. All he felt was Kirkland.

Fabrice didn’t know how much patience he could dredge up. He had been waiting for Kirkland for several months. While he adored their friendship, they were more. It was time to show it.

“Tell me how you want me. There’s nothing I won’t do.” Kirkland’s claim nearly buckled his knees. Gone was the cold, shy workaholic. This was the real Kirkland. This was the man behind the mask.

“I will too, but I prefer to top.” He heard the breathless note in his words. Fabrice wasn’t embarrassed at all about how badly he wanted this. He was ready to whine and beg.

Kirkland turned Fabrice in his arms. His mouth found Fabrice’s. Their tongues played. Kirkland stroked Fabrice’s cock, making him whimper with need. They ended up in bed without Fabrice noticing how they got there. He was too busy trying to touch Kirkland everywhere. His body was amazing. Fabrice wondered if everyone else was blind. How had they not taken one look at Kirkland and seen through his mask? Fabrice saw him.

“Where?”

Kirkland didn’t need to clarify. Fabrice motioned toward the side table. Kirkland grabbed what they needed. Fabrice shook with need beneath Kirkland’s touch while Kirkland rolled the condom down Fabrice’s length, teasing him as much as possible along the way. Kirkland wasn’t left out of the torment. Fabrice made a huge mess blindly squirting lube. He toyed with Kirkland’s asshole, stretching him.

Kirkland made a noise that sounded a little too much like pain. Fabrice immediately stopped and pulled Kirkland down for a kiss.

“Things are moving too fast. You’re not ready for me.”

He felt Kirkland stiffen and Fabrice wondered what he had done wrong now.

Kirkland cleared his throat the way he always did when things turned a little too uncomfortable for him. “Okay. You’re allowed to say no. I’ll honor that.”

Fuck that. Fabrice rolled, tucking Kirkland beneath him. “That wasn’t me stopping. I’m slowing down. I want you too badly and don’t want this to only be one time. It will be if I’m too rough. You deserve to be made love to like the treasure you are.”

Kirkland sniffed.

Fabrice knew he was crying but wouldn’t hurt Kirkland’s pride by saying anything. Instead, he kissed his way down Kirkland’s body, paying homage to a sexy set of abs. He kept going until he nuzzled Kirkland’s cock. He fingered Kirkland’s asshole again. This time, he took his time. He teased Kirkland until he begged before positioning his cock against Kirkland's ring of tight muscles. He slowly eased in, backing off several times until Kirkland adjusted to him. Fabrice watched Kirkland beg and moan beneath him. With the lights still on, Fabrice could absorb every minute detail.

“I’ve never seen anyone sexier than you are now.” Fabrice palmed Kirkland’s erection and massaged. He needed to make Kirkland feel so good that he forgot any pain he had ever felt. Not just with Fabrice. Fabrice wanted him to leave this bed, knowing what it felt like to be made love to. Not just fucked.

“I love your existence. Each day, I drink my coffee and wait for you. I don’t want to start my day without seeing your face.” Fabrice rocked inside Kirkland. “It’s been that way since the day you moved here.”

Kirkland whimpered. “Oh, God. You’re killing me. I can’t see anyone else. You’re so gorgeous inside and out. I hate the idea of you looking at anyone else the way you're looking at me now.”

Fabrice was well aware of how his face showed every emotion when he was with Kirkland. He wanted to hear Fabrice say it. “How am I looking at you?”

Kirkland’s back arched as if the edge was near.

Fabrice pumped faster. He waited until he felt Kirkland tense when he knew Kirkland would be the most honest. “How do I look at you?”

Kirkland. “Like you love me.” A cry tore from Kirkland as cum shot from his dick, arching through the air with the power of Kirkland’s orgasm. The way he twitched and convulsed had Fabrice groaning his way through an orgasm that made him see stars. His body felt turned inside out as he pumped the condom full of the cum he wished he could watch drip from Kirkland. He took the deep kiss he wanted, ensuring Kirkland tasted his hunger for more. He open-mouthed kissed his way to Kirkland’s ear with his fingers locked around Kirkland’s jaw so he couldn’t get away. Fabrice lightly kissed the shell of Kirkland’s ear. His voice came out in a breathless whisper. “That’s because I do.”

Kirkland’s entire body jerked as Fabrice’s words landed as if the confession dragged a second orgasm from him.

He waited for Kirkland to argue. They had danced around each other for so long. They had spent several nights talking and learning about each other. Somewhere along the way, Kirkland had stolen his heart. The game became less about the score and more about the win. He couldn’t see himself with anyone else anymore. He felt so much inner peace when they were together. How could he not fall for Kirkland? Even Fabrice didn’t know how he expected Kirkland to react to the confession. It was very possible Kirkland would run again. But Fabrice had tasted him now. There was no escaping him. Kirkland belonged to Fabrice, and there was no going back.