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Toren didn’t ask Andrew if he was sure, because Andrew had already told him yes. Instead he said, “Tell me if it hurts too much.”

He fought his finger the rest of the way inside, closing his eyes, because if he looked at Andrew, head thrown back in pleasure, he was going to come before he even got started. Toren smoothed Andrew’s hair back from his forehead and teased another finger into him, taking his time to get Andrew prepped and ready. Almost half an hour and Andrew was writhing and sweaty, legs spread wide with Toren between them. Toren’s cock was hard enough to leave a bruise if he hit someone with it, and Andrew was on the verge of blacking out from want.

“I need you,” Andrew whimpered.

Toren’s cock was thick and leaking, wet with lube. He lined himself up with a shaking and slippery hand and pushed into Andrew’s hole, sinking all the way in on the first thrust.

CHAPTER 14

Andrew

Andrew saw stars. The burning stretch of a cock inside of him was somehow sharper than he remembered it being and softer than he’d fantasized about. Maybe it was different because it was Toren. Certainly, it was different because it was Toren. Above him, Toren shivered, holding himself up and keeping his weight off Andrew’s body.

“How do you want me?” Toren whispered, cock throbbing against Andrew’s rim.

“Slow,” he answered, eyes screwed shut. “I want to feel every inch.”

Toren groaned and traced his finger across the edge of Andrew’s eyelashes. “And I want to see every inch. Open up.”

Andrew’s lashes fluttered, and Toren eased himself out a few inches before pushing back in. Andrew held Toren’s gaze, even as both of their eyelids grew heavy and hooded. Toren moved inside of him with long and sure strokes, sending bursts of arousal deep into Andrew’s body with every thrust.

Being topped by Toren was nothing like topping him. Not even when Toren tapped his hip and rolled him over, shoving a pillow under his hips and changing the angle of his thrusts entirely. Toren’s cock tagged Andrew’s prostate with a brutal efficiency, and Andrew came all over the sheets with a gasping and surprised breath. Toren’s fingers dug into his waist and their bodies crashed together, and Toren’s teeth were bared against the back of his neck.

“Where do you want me to come?”

“Right where you are. But deeper.”

Toren growled and gave Andrew exactly what he asked for. Toren stayed inside of him until his cock went limp and slipped out, and when Toren rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his forearm, Andrew rolled too, kissing Toren’s sweaty armpit before climbing off the bed.

“Where are you going?” Toren murmured, reaching out blindly for him.

Andrew fished Toren’s cigarettes out of his pants and lit one up, tucking the butt between Toren’s lips. Toren chuckled and drew in some smoke, eyes still covered.

“Was the fucking not enough for you? You still want more?”

“I want everything with you,” he revealed out loud, the confession catching both of them off-guard.

Toren let his arm fall and scooted up the bed so his back rested against the wall. Andrew sat facing him, knee pressed into the outside of Toren’s thigh, both of them naked and covered in sweat and cum.

“Everything,” Toren repeated.

The two of them stared at each other, Andrew’s heart hammering against his sternum as Toren smoked. There was probably going to be some penalty for smoking in the room, but he’d pay it. He’d pay anything to see Toren the way he looked in that moment, sated and happy and so very much belonging to Andrew.

“Sometimes, you make me feel like I’m losing my grip on reality.”

The only sound in the room was the crackle of Toren’s cigarette when he inhaled, the loud puff of breath as he blew smoke toward the cracked balcony door.

“How?” Toren asked.

“Like I forget which way is up,” Andrew said.

“How?” Toren asked again.

He’d been so sure of so many things about himself the night he’d met Toren at the art gallery. He was a top, he was dominant, he hated smoking, and then Toren. And then Toren, and Andrew was on his back with his legs spread, a cock so far up his ass he’d be feeling it for a week. There he was, vibrating with need if Toren and a pack of cigarettes were even in the same room, let alone Toren actually smoking one. And there was Andrew, stepping back and letting Toren steer when things got too heavy for him to hold on his own. None of it felt like a concession; it all felt like a perfect kind of coming together. The kind of thing Andrew’s brothers had all found, the kind of thing he’d never really imagined for himself.

Andrew told him the truth, shaking his head in the middle of the confession to stave off an uninvited wall of tears that threatened against the backs of his eyelids. Toren eyed him thoughtfully while he spoke, his expression not giving anything away and by the time Andrew finished speaking, he wanted to crawl out of his skin.

Toren took one last drag off the cigarette and tossed the butt into a water glass on the nightstand before he beckoned Andrew closer, and Andrew climbed onto his lap without needing to be told twice. Toren softly skated his hands up and down Andrew’s ribs, smiling when Andrew shivered.