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Something rattled behind us. A metal tray?

Whatever it was, neither of us cared to look. Dee’s mouth dragged along my jaw, and I grabbed his hair. He swore against my skin. And I brought his neck to my mouth, sucking and leaving a pretty mark behind.

“Don’t,” he warned.

“You bore into my poop chute, and I can’t even leave a hickey? Now, that’s rude.”

“Alvin.”

I pulled his head back and stared him down. “What?”

His eyes were wild with lust, rage, and something more vulnerable. “You’re gonna regret this. Being with me like this.”

I laughed in his face. “I’ve regretted you since I was fifteen.”

His mouth crashed into mine again. The world narrowed. His hands. My breath. The sting in my ribs. His anger. All of it was beautiful and reckless and…

Mine.

Years of arguments nobody else understood… Years of wanting him when I should’ve hated him… Bringing us both to this moment.

I couldn’t fucking breathe and I was so close to coming. I laughed against his mouth, the euphoria hitting me. “This is such a bad idea.”

“I told you.”

“Shut up.” I kissed him again. The back of my knees hit the table, rougher with his deeper thrusts, and Dee caught me before I fell. “Stop being careful with me.”

“You’re hurt.”

“So?”

“So… I’m done hurting you, Alvy.” His grip loosened, but I grabbed him before he could step away. “This isn’t—” he started to say.

“I know what this is, Dee.”

“No, you fucking don’t.”

I pulled him to my mouth again, chasing the orgasm that was so fucking close for us both. Another brutal kiss. Probably desperate too. He kissed me back the same way.

There was nothing romantic about it. Nothing careful, except where bruises forced us to remember I had spent the morning getting my ass handed to me. Everything else was years of resentment with nowhere left to go.

“Fuck, I’m going to come. I’m going to fucking come, Alvy,” Dee grunted.

Oh, shiiiiit. Here it is.

I felt him explode inside my ass, and that made me do the same all over his abs. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, DeeDee.”

His forehead pressed against mine. “This is so fucked,” he whispered and held me closer.

“I know.”

“We shouldn’t have done that.”

“Probably not.”

“We’re gonna hate ourselves, Alvy.”

“How’s that different from any other day?”