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“Oh, fuck,” he mumbled. Cass hesitated, and Ash immediately shook his head and pushed back against the toy. “Sorry. It’s so good. Please, please don’t stop,” he begged. “Keeping going.”

Placing another soft kiss on Ash’s shoulder, Cass continued, inching the dildo in carefully. Ash groaned and panted and moaned, his body buzzing and his cock begging for attention. God, it felt incredible. He turned his head and touched his lips to Cass’s neck.

“Now . . . now you can—” Ash cut himself off with what might have been a whine, and then he buried his head in the crook of Cass’s shoulder and rocked himself forward and then back again as Cass slowly pulled the toy out and pushed it back in. “Fuck, yeah, yeah, like that,” he breathed, his voice shaky and rough.

Cass was quiet, but Ash could feel his boyfriend’s heart pounding, the slightly-too-fast puffs of air on his shoulder, the insistent kneading of Cass’s fingers into his ass cheek.

His boyfriend was just as on the edge as he was. And he loved that.

The dildo slid in and out of Ash’s channel easily now, the pace perfect. He shifted to arch back more and muffled a cry as pleasure shot through him.

“Right there?” Cass said against him, and all Ash could do was nod as the heat and intensity built until he felt like he was full of some blinding light about to burst. His entire body, all the way down into his toes, burned with the sensation. Through the haze, he slipped his free hand down and wrapped his fingers around Cass’s hard length.

When had Cass pushed his pants down?

The thought had barely formed when Cass groaned. “Ah, god, Ash—you barely touched me, and I’m so close. Ahh, fuck. Are you—”

Before Cass could finish his question, a ripple rushed through Ash, bold and white-hot and full. He screwed his eyes shut and pressed his head into Cass’s shoulder as a deep sound tore from his throat, his body pulsing with pleasure. The waves kept going for what had to be several long seconds and then slowly ebbed into a dull, sated haze of contentment.

His arms shook and his legs trembled, and Cass was breathing heavily against him, one arm now wrapped around Ash’s back. A warm, thick wetness covered Ash’s fist.

Cass had come at the same time.

Something about that made Ash’s stomach swoop, and he smiled through shallow breaths as a tear escaped from the corner of his eye. Quietly, he lifted his chin so he could kiss Cass’s temple, and then he tilted his head to rest against his boyfriend’s.

There was so much he wanted to say. And yet, he knew all the words in the world wouldn’t be enough.

“Amazing,” Cass murmured. Lips pressed lazily against Ash’s neck, and another tear slipped out and down his cheek.

He exhaled a shuddering breath and nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

After another moment, Cass shifted carefully, brushed another kiss on Ash’s neck, and said, softly, “Let me go get a towel to clean you up.”

Ash mumbled some sort of agreement, but he was still in so much of a daze that he didn’t even realize Cass had left and come back until a pair of strong hands helped him lie back on the couch. Kisses fluttered on his forehead and cheeks and lips while Cass gently cleaned him. A blanket draped over him, and Ash smiled and turned onto his side, curling up comfortably on the couch cushions. He half opened his eyes, watching sleepily as Cass, now dressed in a new T-shirt and a clean pair of Ash’s sweats, picked up the toy and the lube and the box and then disappeared again.

When Cass returned another few minutes later, he joined Ash on the couch. They kissed and cuddled, Ash still naked but wrapped up in the blanket. Everything was so perfect and so right—exactly how he’d wanted it to be—and he couldn’t help smiling against Cass’s mouth as they kissed again.

I love you, he wanted to say. There was not a single doubt in his mind that it was true and real.

This week. He’d tell Cass this week, he decided. Some moment when they were together and alone but that wasn’t clouded in this wonderful, blissful post-orgasm haze.

He smiled again at the thought, and Cass pulled back enough that Ash could see the question and curiosity in his eyes. He shook his head. “I’m glad you’re here. That’s all.”

Some rush of emotions flickered across Cass’s face, too fast for Ash to catch them all. Then Cass’s expression softened, and he leaned back in and kissed Ash one more time.

“I am too,” he said. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.”

With a happy sigh, Ash buried his head in Cass’s chest and closed his eyes as Cass’s arms tightened around him.

Joe (Wednesday, June 7, 2023 – 12:05 p.m.): Are you still available Saturday? Shouldn’t be more than a few hours to get everything loaded up in the U-Haul. I think Matty and Tam are coming to help too, and there will be pizza!

Joe (12:06 p.m.): If not, no worries

Joe (12:06 p.m.): But it would be great to see you again before I leave. My sister wants us to be on the road early Sunday morning

Chapter Fifty

Cass