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Toren

Toren moved in the following month, after giving thirty days’ notice on his apartment. Andrew cleared out some of the clutter in his art room to make space for Toren’s things, and the two of them began the long and tedious process of combining lives. When he was home packing, Toren had worried about how that part of things would go, but just like all things with Andrew, it hadn’t taken much work at all. Toren and Andrew went together like they’d been destined for it, regardless of the questionable start to things between them.

He’d taken a couple of days off work to deal with the worst of the unpacking, so Toren was surprised to hear the front door open at lunch and Andrew’s keys drop into the bowl. Toren set down the stack of books he’d been in the middle of organizing and turned in time to see Andrew burst into the room. He was dressed for work in slacks and a button-down, his hand near his throat already loosening the knot on his navy-blue tie.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” Andrew said, kicking the door closed behind him.

Toren arched a brow. “What do you mean?”

“My boyfriend.” The corner of Andrew’s mouth twitched up into a smirk. “He’ll be home soon.”

“Oh, will he?” Toren chuckled, setting down the books and pushing himself up off the floor. He reached for Andrew’s pants and undid the belt and the zipper, reaching in and fisting Andrew’s cock.

“He’s moving in,” Andrew rasped, his own hands making quick work of Toren’s pants. “We won’t be able to do this much longer.”

“A shame,” Toren mused, his dick growing thick from the urgency of Andrew’s surprise role-play.

“I need you.”

That much was true, he thought, as Andrew pushed Toren’s chest against the front door and shoved his pants down to his knees. Andrew pulled lube out of his pocket—always prepared apparently—and stroked himself, slick knuckles teasing over Toren’s ass. Toren reached back and spread himself open, cheek resting against the door.

Andrew rutted against him, the blunt head of his cock pushing for—and finding—entrance. The stretch was hot and tight, and Toren grunted as Andrew pressed into him, one long inch at a time until he was mostly the whole way in.

“I always need you,” Andrew whispered, nipping at Toren’s ear. “I’m insatiable when it comes to you.”

Toren reached back and grabbed Andrew’s thigh, urging him deeper.

“I’m yours.” Another truth in the middle of their game. “Fuck me the way you need. Get us both off.”

Andrew growled in his ear and snapped his hips, shoving Toren into the door. He braced himself as much as he could, but the angle was awkward at best with his legs pinched together and his pants around his knees. Andrew was still fully dressed, nothing more out of place than his cock out of his pants and inside of Toren.

Their coupling was quick and dirty, and Andrew came in no time, pumping his load into Toren with a rough grunt. Toren was close, and he took himself in hand when Andrew finished inside of him, but Andrew pulled out and spun him around and sank to his knees.

“Come in my mouth so he can taste you on me,” Andrew begged, eyes hooded and dark.

A wave of unbridled want rolled through him and Toren fed his cock into Andrew’s waiting mouth. Andrew made a mess of him, spit all over his face and running down Toren’s balls. But Toren was close, and it didn’t take long for him to reach the precipice of his own pleasure.

“I’m coming,” he warned.

Andrew grabbed his thighs and took Toren deeper, and Toren emptied himself onto the back of Andrew’s hot and waiting tongue. Toren saw stars, letting his head bang against the door as the aftershocks of his release rippled through them both. Once his cock stilled, Andrew pulled away and stood to his full height. Neither of them said anything as they fixed their clothes, put their cocks away.

Toren’s knees were weak, but Andrew glanced over his shoulder and fixed his tie, smiled at Toren and cocked his head to the side like they had a little secret. Before Toren could lean in and kiss him, Andrew slipped around him, opening the door and dislodging Toren from its support. Toren listened to Andrew’s work shoes click-clack their way down the hall, and then the water in the kitchen turned on.

He gave one last look at his abandoned books and followed Andrew to the other side of the house. When he reached the kitchen, Andrew turned to face him with wide eyes, feigning surprise.

“Oh,” he said. “I didn’t know you’d be home so early.”

Toren snorted, rolling his eyes.

“Surprise,” he murmured, closing the space between them. He was perfectly happy to play the role of boyfriend and adulterer in this little game, taking Andrew’s chin in his hand and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Let me drink fi⁠—”

Toren interrupted the ruse by slanting their mouths together. Andrew gasped and whimpered, parting his lips to let Toren’s tongue inside. Toren kissed him long and deep, tasting the musk of his own release mixed with the flavor of whatever coffee Andrew had spent his morning nursing. Andrew moaned against him, pushing Toren against the counter and thrusting their bodies together until there was enough friction that Toren had to break away to breathe.

Andrew smiled against the corner of his mouth, kissed Toren’s cheek, and pulled away with a silly little smile that had Toren’s heart doing backflips in his chest.

“Home for lunch?” Toren teased.