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And somehow that changed everything.

Harrison shifted beneath him, parting his legs, and Jake settled between them. He planted his knees into the mattress, braced his hands either side of Harrison’s head and looked down at him.

Then he rolled his hips forward.

Slowly.

Harrison’s fist gave around him, slick and tight enough to pull a groan from the back of Jake’s throat. Jake rocked back onto his knees, then forward again, letting Harrison’s grip take him as those dark eyes followed every inch of the movement.

Fuck.

Yeah. He could put on a show.

He just wasn’t entirely sure which of them was in control of it.

Harrison lifted his gaze to his. “You’d go that slow, huh?”

“Never had to demonstrate technique before.” Jake huffed a breathless laugh, puffing his hair back. “Nor explain it.”

“Humour me.”

So Jake did.

He rolled forward again, finding the rhythm Harrison’s hand allowed him. “No, I wouldn’t rush you.”

Harrison drew a breath.

Ah.

This weren’t just about watching him. Harrison genuinely wanted to know what Jake would be like with him.

“Not first time,” Jake panted, voice roughening. “Not with you. I’d take my time. Make sure you were alright. Make sure you were with me.”

“I would be.”

Jake’s rhythm faltered. “Harry…”

“Keep going.”

And apparently Jake’s body had decided it took orders from Harrison Black, because he did. He eased back into the rhythm, each controlled roll of his hips sliding through Harrison’s grip while those dark eyes followed every movement.

“You’d watch me like this?” Jake panted.

“Yes.”

“Whole time?”

“Probably.”

Jake laughed breathlessly. “That’s mildly terrifying.”

“Doesn’t appear to be putting you off.”

“Nothing about you puts me off. That’s half the bloody problem.”

That almost-smile appeared, and Jake leaned down until their mouths were barely apart. “Wouldn’t stay this slow, though.”

“Should hope not.”