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“He is handsome,” Donovan murmured, and Toren smiled.

“He might be related to you.”

“I’m just saying, objectively. And it would make sense because we all know I’m the most attractive man of our friend group.”

Toren snorted, and there was a quick knock at the door before it opened. Andrew peeked his head in, then entered and closed the door behind him again. He didn’t move from the spot, both hands behind him, most likely clutching the handle for dear life.

“I didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” Donovan said, glancing at Andrew.

“I’m an efficient panicker,” Andrew replied with a sideways smile.

“Did you tell your brothers about me?”

He shook his head. “I brought it up the first time, and we agreed to let it be unless anything came of it.”

“And yet.”

“I’d say running into you at a BDSM club my brothers and I all frequent, with your best friend on my arm, changes the original plan.”

Donovan’s mouth quirked up in the corner, and he let out a low chuckle. “Touche.” His smile fell away and he nodded somberly, “I’ll let you know what happens. Sorry for ruining what I’m sure was going to be a very long and exciting night for the two of you.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” Toren and Andrew both said at the same time, and it was enough to bring Donovan’s smile back.

“Maybe the two of you are better together than I thought.” Donovan gently tapped his hand against the side of Toren’s face, an affectionate dismissal.

Toren stood and joined Andrew at the door, slipping his arms around Andrew’s waist and kissing his cheek. “Are you ready?”

There was an awkward goodbye and then the two of them exited the club one hundred percent less horny than they’d been on their earlier attempt to leave. The drive back to the hotel was quiet, but not tense, and once they were safely back in the room, Andrew sat down on the edge of the bed and cradled his face in his hands.

“Hey.” Toren stood in front of him, carding his fingers through Andrew’s hair until Andrew looked up at him, eyes glassy. “Talk to me.”

“He’s so much like Marshall,” Andrew whispered, shaking his head. “Everything about him, there’s no way he’s not related, but he has a family already. He’s not…it’s not like it was for the rest of us.”

“Donovan can handle whatever decisions he makes next,” Toren promised, still working his hands over top of Andrew’s head. “I’m more focused on you right now. On us.”

Andrew hummed, forehead falling against Toren’s groin. He wrapped his arms around Toren’s waist and held their bodies together like that for what felt like hours. Toren loved every second of it, just enjoying the warmth of Andrew’s body against his. Eventually, Andrew started to move, fidgets at first, and then he was rubbing his cheek across Toren’s zipper, up and down against the length of his cock.

They didn’t need to exchange words.

Toren undid his fly and spread open his pants. Andrew took Toren’s cock out and licked it from root to tip, swirling his spit around the slit before taking it into his mouth. Toren groaned, the way Andrew’s mouth spread wide to accommodate his girth, an aphrodisiac. He took a stronger hold on Andrew’s hair, easing more cock into his mouth until Andrew gagged and Toren felt teeth.

“Do you still want it?” Toren murmured.

Andrew pulled back enough to respond, “Do you?”

“I want you always,” he answered.

Andrew nodded and slid back on the bed, fighting out of his clothes as Toren did the same. It took no time at all before they were naked on the bed, Toren on top with their erections pressed together and Toren’s lube-slicked hand reaching back behind his balls. He touched Andrew’s hole, going still when Andrew tensed.

“Are you sure you want it like this?” Toren asked, kissing his way up Andrew’s neck. “It’s okay that we both have our preferences.”

“It’s a preference, not a boundary,” Andrew said. “And yes, I do very much want to feel you inside of me. As long as you want it too.”

“I want,” he promised.

Toren eased a finger into Andrew’s hole, barely making it to the second knuckle before he had to stop. “You’re really tight.”

“It’s been a long time.”