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Remy had said, once, that he liked the idea of feeling Jed all over. Maybe Jed could do that for him this morning. And maybe it was selfish, but Jed wanted to fill Remy’s senses all the way up. Block out everything else and be the only thing Remy heard or smelled or felt or thought about, just for a little while.

He kissed the back of Remy’s head and then pressed into him again. Remy hummed his pleasure, kissed Jed’s arm where it wrapped around him, and started rocking.

“If you want more, you should take it.” Remy sounded more awake and also a little breathless now. “Whatever you want.”

Fuck, that made Jed hot all over. Maybe he could use his body to tell Remy that he was sorry for not trusting him yesterday, and also that he never wanted them to be apart like that again.

He slid his hand down over the front of Remy’s briefs, where Remy was as hard as Jed and starting to leak. He thumbed over Remy’s tip through the damp fabric, and Remy shivered, tilting his head so that Jed could kiss his neck. Jed took full advantage, licking and sucking while Remy rocked into his hand and then back against his cock.

And then Jed’s hand was on Remy’s skin, and Jed was stroking him slowly and grinding into his ass and sucking harder and losing himself to everything except Remy’s taste and the sounds of him whispering, “That’s so good, Jed, it’s so fucking good.”

Jed slowed his hand just when Remy was really starting to lose himself.

“What if,” Jed started. Stopped. Gently cupped Remy’s balls and squeezed lightly, as Remy groaned.

“What if what?” Remy pushed forward, seeking his hand. “Feels so good already, Jed. Want you to feel this good, too.”

“What if I hold you like this and fuck your thighs while you fuck my fist.” He almost couldn’t believe he’d said that out loud.

“Are you asking?” Remy came out of his haze. “Because, yes. Please.”

Thank God. Jed wanted to feel Remy with every part of himself. Immediately, and always. But. There was a good way to do this and a not-so-good way to do this.

“I guess I’m also hoping you have lube.” Jed felt Remy smile against his arm.

“Yeah, in my bag in the bathroom. Come back quick.”

“Don’t move.” Jed pushed himself up, paused to drop a few kisses along Remy’s shoulder, and rolled out of bed.

A moment later, he was back, pulling Remy’s briefs off and rearranging his legs. Dropping more kisses up and down the soft inside of Remy’s thighs before warming some lube in his hands and spreading it all over Remy’s skin, and then moaning out loud as he slicked himself up.

“So hot,” Remy sighed. “Get back here.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Jed pressed himself up against Remy’s back and ass again, fisting Remy’s dick loosely, teasing him, because this time he was going to draw it out. This time, he was going to make it last, and see how wild he could drive Remy before he gave in to Remy’s pleas. He pressed his cock into the crease of Remy’s ass, shuddering with how intimate it felt to work his way in a little.

Remy wasn’t fully on board with the plan to take things slow, though, because after Jed gave him a few loose, lazy strokes, Remy reached back and positioned Jed’s cock between his thighs and squeezed, hard. And then Jed was pushing forward, slowly, tightening his hold on Remy’s dick but not moving his hand.

“Jed.” Remy bucked forward and back, already sounding wrecked. Jed pressed him into the bed.

“Not yet. I wanna take my time, babe.” He set a slow, steady rhythm, losing himself to the sound of skin on skin and the slickness on his cock and in his fist.

“I need more, though, come on.” Remy was begging now. “Fuck me harder. Please. Don’t make me wait.”

“Okay. Since you asked.” Jed kissed the back of Remy’s head again, nipped his ear, and then thrust hard. His cock hit Remy’s balls, and his body pushed Remy’s dick up through his fist, over and over and over, and it was too much and not enough, all at the same time. Remy was panting and clenching and saying, “So close, I’m so close, please.”

“Fuck,” Jed breathed, running one thumb over the tip of Remy’s erection and flattening his other palm against Remy’s chest, pulling him back so he could thrust even harder. “Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard.”

“Do it,” breathed Remy. “I wanna hear you.”

“Wanna hear you first. Come on, babe.” He tightened the hand on Remy’s dick, and pinched hard on Remy’s nipple, and bit down where Remy’s shoulder sloped up into his neck, and Remy gasped “Jed,” as he came all over Jed’s hand. Jed thrust a few more times, and Remy squeezed even harder, and Jed came, and came, and came.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Remy said, as Jed pulled out from between his legs and rolled them both onto their backs. “If that’s make-up sex, we should fight more often.”

No, thank you. Jed gave Remy what he hoped was a no-nonsense look—he was way too blissed-out to actually be stern—and said, with maybe too much honesty, “I’d rather not. If you want me to fuck you like that again, you should say so, and I’ll do what I can.”

“Okay, babe.” Remy’s flushed cheeks turned an even deeper red, and Jed thought maybe he was blushing, too, because it felt like it might mean something, Remy calling him that. He’d never done it before. It made Jed want to confess something really stupid, like he’d always do whatever Remy asked because he wanted nothing more than to see Remy smile. And maybe Remy had some inkling of what Jed was thinking because he gave Jed a look and rolled on top of him and kissed him, hard and hungry.

“You are fucking insatiable, you know that?” Jed pushed Remy back after a minute, but kept him close enough to breathe in. They both smelled like sweat and sex, but a whiff of Remy’s clean, citrus scent still came through, and Jed couldn’t get enough.