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“Fuck… me… please…!”

He smiled and quickly lubed his shaft with his spit, feeling himself quiver under his own touch.

“You sore?”

Sam’s steely gaze met his. “I said fuck me.”

He let out a dark laugh, then hummed approvingly. “That’s how it is, huh? You tellin’ me how this is gonna go…?”

Sam glared, jaw clenching before lifting his ass upward and down, positioning himself over Frankie’s tip.

“You’re not wet enough—”

The words died on his lips as he felt the slick lube already there. His eyes shot to his, and Sam fucking smiled.

“You sneaky little bitch,” he growled, which turned into a gasp of pleasure as Sam sank ruthlessly down on top of him, pushing past that tight rim and deep into… Heaven. Fucking Heaven.

He made a sound, deep and low from his chest, his head tilting back, feeling his dick sheathed completely into his...

Lover? Boyfriend? Best friend?

“Fuuuuck…” Sam whimpered, already beginning to bounce, pushing his strong, thick thighs upward and then sitting back down onto his lap, impaling himself over his cock. Both men watched each other, their eyes riveted to their bodies and the sensual display of rippling muscle and naked flesh as Sam fucked himself on Frankie’s cock, using his body for pleasure. Sam’s hard cock, thick and long, bounced as he rode him, picking up his pace and rocking up and down. He had never seen anything so fuckin’ sexy. So magnificent.

And so… his.

Frankie’s jaw slammed shut, steeling himself from the flood of emotion boiling in his chest like steam. He shouldn’t be possessive of Sam, especially if he couldn’t guarantee he could give him what he wanted. He didn’t want to hurt him. He never ever wanted to hurt his baby, his Superman, his best friend.

His.

His heart slammed into the bones of his soul, and he knew he was utterly lost.

He was gone.

Only Sam mattered. No one made him feel like this. No one.

“No one touches you…” Frankie heard himself say. “No one. Say it.”

“Only you.”

“That’s fuckin’ right. This ass is mine.”

Sam let out a low, trembling whimper.

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours”

“Forever.”

Sam stilled, gasping, eyes wide and brimming with just as much emotion as Frankie felt.

He gripped the flesh of Sam’s hips, digging his fingers into him and demanding to hear the words, even if they meant nothing, or…

“Say it,” he commanded, beginning to lose control.

His body shuddered, cock spasming. “I can’t…”

Without thinking, Frankie moved, using his skills from years of wrestling to maneuver Sam from his lap to the couch, holding himself over him. Now the one with the leverage, he jammed in and out of his sweet heavenly ass. Sam squeezed and tightened around him and he damn near lost his mind.