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He wriggles onto his back and tugs me on top of him.

“Talk to me,” he begs. “I feel that cock. What’s going on in your head?”

“Feels wrong. Like I’m making you pay for something you did wrong. Punishing you. And that’s pretty fucked up. You were as much of a victim as I was.”

He doesn’t reply right away, thinking about what I said. He’s good that way, giving me real answers, not just easy ones.

His breath hitches when he finally speaks. “I should’ve just asked. Ask Adrian.” He swallows. “Never said this to anyone in my life.” He huffs, then forces it out. “I want you to make love to me. I need to know we’re not broken. That you…” Another swallow. “That you love me.” His thumb traces my jaw. “And if the answer’s no tonight, that’s okay too. Then I just hold you.”

Well, fuck.

As though he hit a reset button, it’s all different now. All of it. And I need him.

I smash my mouth onto his, so hard I may have split my lip, but I don’t care. Biting my way down his neck, I suck hard. A claiming suck, one that will leave a mark right under his ear, above his polo collar. I crawl down his body, sucking and kissing on that hard chest, biting my way down his torso until I shove his sweatpants down and press my nose into his groin. He’s trying to be still for me, but his hips kick up as I inhale noisily.

I lick his shaft. My first taste of him, I realize. I’ve never sucked his cock. He has always shoved me down and sucked me into his mouth, then rolled over and demanded that I fuck him. His pre-cum hits my tongue and I think I’ve found my new favorite flavor. I slurp around him for a few minutes, enjoying hearing his gasps and moans as I learn his tells. I flick over the tip, circling around his cock head. His cock isn’t as big as mine, which strikes me oddly since his body is so much bigger than mine. I stick my nose into his balls and absorb his scent, sucking a ball into my mouth.

“I like this,” I murmur, hovering over the tip of his cock, letting my tongue circle again.

His abs twitch, and he huffs a chuckle. “Yeah, me too. Do whatever you want. Take what you need, Adrian.”

“I think,” I say slowly, making sure I’m not just being impulsive. Double-checking in on my anxiety, but it’s quiet now. “I think I need your cock, Stephen.”

“You have my cock, A. Right there in your hand.” He grunts as I suck him in. “God, that’s good.”

“I want your cock inside me,” I clarify.

His face changes as my words register. He processes them silently.

“You said you would if I wanted you to,” I remind him.

“I did, yes.”

“You said you wouldn’t ask, would wait for me.” I suck him down again, pleased that I can get most of him down my throat.

He gives me a strangled moan.

“Yeah, I did,” he manages. “That what you want, then?”

I nod with his cock in my mouth, grinning as the motion shifts his cock up and down, onto my tongue then to the roof of my mouth and back again. Another of those deliciously strangled moans.

“God, baby, you need to stop if you want me in you. About to blow,” he admits.

“Mm, been a few days for you, hasn’t it?” I say, relenting and pulling off him, rolling onto my back.

Stephen lays there a couple of moments, blowing out his breath and getting his lungs slowed down, then rolls to an elbow.

“I want you so ready for this, baby. I’m afraid of hurting you,” he admits. “Gonna go really slow, okay?”

I nod. “I trust you. Make me feel good, Stephen. Make love to me.”

He presses his forehead to mine. “God.”

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STEPHEN

Adrian is spread out on his back, waiting for me to take control. To make love to him. Go slow, Stephen. Go so slow. Make him soar.