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Before he could do anything, however, I took his hand, licked it, and let saliva drip onto the open surface. He watched me with clouded eyes.

“Enough,” I said, slowly guiding his free hand back to my boner. That should be enough lubrication. I braced myself against the wall next to his head and reached for him again with my other hand. I rubbed his precum around his cock with my spit. My consciousness narrowed to the space between us.

Once again, he ran his fingers through my hair.

We quickly found our rhythm and rubbed each other like mad. At first in unison. With every second that brought us closer to climax, our movements became more irregular. They fell apart. Each of us on the verge of orgasm, yet together.

Ruben’s touch was everything. Nothing compared to it, his grip, the pressure of his fingers, his rough palms, the gentle certainty with which he unerringly brought me to climax every time.

Ruben’s hand in my hair tensed and he pulled on my strands. The pain was fuel on the fire of my arousal. My balls contracted and the nervous tingling that raced through my body gathered there in a flurry of sparks.

I thrust violently into his fist, squeezed my eyes shut, and came over his fingers.

Instead of letting go, he gripped me tighter, almost to the point of pain. At the same time, he guided me through my orgasm that my knees went weak.

Moments later, he tensed in front of me, his cock twitched, and he spilled warmly over my hand.

Slowly, he smeared my cum over my sensitive tip with his thumb. He opened his hand slightly and let it glide loosely over my softening cock.

Regardless of the traces of his cum on my hand, I stroked his sides, his chest, his hips.

What I had said in ecstasy had not been empty words. I couldn’t get enough of him.

Ruben nibbled on my lips. Licked them. Hummed softly.

“I have to take a shower now.”

“Can I come with you?” I whispered.

“That would be nice.” He grinned at me with his typical exhausted post-orgasmic smile. It immediately grabbed my heart and squeezed it a bit too tight, stealing my ability to breath for a moment.

In fact, I didn’t know what I had expected him to say. In any case, a weight was lifted from my heart.

By now it was easier to understand Ruben’s secret. His closeness was addictive. From the moment we first touched, I had been waiting for more. I needed to know that I could get my next dose of Ruben from him.

We pressed ourselves against each other under the shower head. I washed myself hastily and then took my time to devote myself to every inch of his body.

At some point, Ruben closed his eyes. His exhaustion became apparent again under the warm water. He had to go to bed.

Before he was ready, I stepped out of the shower. I hurried to at least blow-dry my long hair, brush my teeth, and get out of the bathroom, leaving him space to get ready.

Finally, he turned off the water and followed me out. Standing in front of me, dripping wet, I handed him a towel with the utmost restraint. He was in no condition for a second round. I quickly rubbed his back with a second towel and then let my hands drop. My thoughts were already wandering, anyway. I didn’t need the additional temptation.

I kissed his temple and went back to the bedroom.

Only minutes later, Ruben followed, wearing a T-shirt and pajama pants. His hair still damp, and a sheen made it shine. He hesitated briefly in the doorway and then walked over to his bed.

“Where are you going?” I sat up and watched him as he sat on his bed.

“Sleep?” Ruben patted his bed.

“But where?” I climbed out of bed and toddled over to him. I leaned toward him and cupped his cheeks in my hands. “You’re too far away. You have to get into my bed. I’ve already warmed it up.” I kissed him lightly and sat up.

Ruben stretched toward me and stood.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. The beds are too small. How are we supposed to fit in there?”

“Mhm. It’ll be fine. I need you in my bed. Otherwise, I won’t be able to sleep.”