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His eyes fluttered back open, and he smiled up at me. “Hi, Cal.”

“Hi, baby,” I said, dipping forward to kiss him. “Wrap your legs around me, okay?”

He hooked his knees around my hips, locking his ankles behind my lower back, as I guided my cock to his hole.

“Please,” he whispered.

I pushed forward slowly, and Mikey gasped, his hands clutching the hair at the back of my skull.

Inch by inch, I sank all the way into him. When I bottomed out, I held still, my heartbeat whirring loudly in my ears.

“Okay?” I asked.

He nodded, his forehead rocking against my shoulder. “Move, please.”

I rolled my hips and pulled back slightly before pressing forward again—a little bit more each time—until I was moving in and out of him in long, smooth strokes.

Mikey shouted my name, and I had to swallow the next one down with a kiss.

“Shh,” I warned. “You gotta be quiet.”

“Fuck, Cal. So good.”

He managed not to shout again, but now his nails were raking down my back hard enough to leave marks I’d feel later, his hips lifting to meet every thrust, our sweat-slick bodies slapping together. He curled up to suck my nipple into his mouth before biting down—another mark to add to my collection. His hands moved to my ass—his fingers squeezing—every time I drove forward, as if he could pull me in deeper.

“You were made for this,” I gritted out, tangling my fingers in his mop of curls. “Made for taking this dick.”

“Only yours,” he told me, hooking his legs over my shoulder, opening him up even more. I glanced down to watch my cock shuttle in and out of his hole. “Fuck. Look at you.”

Mikey’s breath came in sharp, needy gasps. “Give it to me, please. Don’t hold back.”

I snapped my hips, using every bit of core and glute strength I possessed as I fucked into him, the headboard banging steadily against the wall.

He palmed his own cock, jacking it in time with my thrusts.

I hooked my hands beneath his thighs and hoisted him higher so I could pump into him at a slightly different angle, hoping to⁠—

Mikey let out a high, keening wail. “Oh god, what was that?”

I chuckled, driving back in.

He stopped forming words entirely then, letting out a long, vibrating “ah, ah, ah” sound as I pegged that spot over and over again. His chest and fave were flushed, sweat gleaming on his neck and brow.

“Come on, Mikey,” I gritted out, as heat radiated outward from the base of my spine, my orgasm threatening to tear through me.

He had to come first. This was not up for debate.

I picked up my pace, focusing all my effort on getting him there. Mikey’s hands fell away from his cock, his fingers scrabbling at the sheets.

His hole clenched around me, his cock spurting. His back lifted up off the mattress as he came, bellowing my name.

I came with a similar roar, burying myself to the hilt and collapsing forward, crushing him beneath me. My mouth landed on his in a wet, sloppy kiss, swallowing his whimpers as I rode out the aftershocks, my cock jerking inside him.

We kissed and kissed and kissed some more until my dick went soft, and I slipped out of him with a groan. I eased back, my eyes dropping to watch my cum seep out of him, tracing his tender, puffy rim with my fingertips in a slow circle.

He sighed, opening his legs wider.

“You okay?” I asked, gently fucking my cum back into him with a single finger.