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Smaller than me, slender and pretty, I relished the circumcised pink head rubbing against my own. Though we were both cut, it was for vastly different reasons, but I liked the look of his cock nonetheless. And I fisted them for a few errant pumps before I slid my fingers behind his balls and hesitated—he was slick. My brain blanked as I wondered if he’d known I’d be coming.

He grabbed my hand, halting my movements. “It’s part of the book. I don’t need lube.”

Convenient as fuck… I glided my fingers down to touch his ring, sliding one in like silk to explore him, treasuring the groan of pleasure he made. And inside, he was different, too, angled slightly, tighter and looser in some ways as he took a second finger then a third.

“Cock. Please. Please. I need it.” His begging whimper came from trembling lips, his entire body a sweat-glistening mess as he struggled to jerk his hips against my hand to follow the touch.

“You want me? Want my dick?” I slid my fingers free and grasped my cock, pumping it with eager strokes to ready myself for him. I squeezed the base, relishing a heightened level of sensitivity that the book had given me. I’d never had such an integration with a dive.

“Yes. Please!” He spread his legs wider, drew me to him, and I guided my cock home until wet heat welcomed me with a slick squeeze, one forbidden inch at a time.

As I sheathed myself into him, my body jerked, hips twitching forward as if desperate to continue. “Like this, dear heart?”

“Y-yeah.” His choked voice squeezed into a whimper as I pulled my hips back and thrust forward once more. Warm, wet heat sucked me in, hypnotized me, drew me into a frenzied rut that would be sure to leave him sore the next day.

He called my name. “Zeke! Oh, fuck, Zeke. I’m s-sorry. I just—” His choked apology fizzled out into a loud cry of pleasure, and surprisingly, nobody knocked or complained in the small, paper-thin walls around them. As if the fucking were a normal occurrence. Fuck, I have to read more of his books.

An urgency to breed overcame me, my body moving faster, harder, driving me until I lifted his thighs, bent his knees, and drilled into him, my brain urging me to work my seed deep into his belly. I wanted to breed him. I wanted children with this man desperately.

And though I’d loved the idea of a child of my own someday, I’d never entertained it until the last decade when so many options were available. I could have that future, see it with Lex, a man I barely knew.

Or did I? I’d been to his house, seen his neatness, his restraint, and cheerful demeanor. He went with the flow, didn’t snap back as much as he sassed. He adapted and considered feelings. He was a man I could love.

One hand moved to his side, thumb playing over his hip, roving upward to stroke his belly as a fantasy swam in my brain.

“Yes, yes!” He threw his sweating head back, the dampness in his stray hairs making the curls tighter, more defined. I loved the softness of them, the little streak of white in his hair, an angel’s kiss we used to call them. I leaned forward and kissed the spot, curling him into a mating press so tight that his breath wheezed free of him.

With a cry of bliss, he spasmed, his insides squeezing me so deep. Hot cum sprayed up his chest, and I kissed the breath out of him, swallowing his choked moan as an orgasm boiled in the base of my spine and tingled.

My cock ached, bucked, and the base of my shaft pulsed unnaturally as Lex squeezed it tighter and tighter until I couldn’t escape. And then I came.

The orgasm tore through me, ripping through my body, mind, and soul as I nearly whited out.

Hot cum surged through me, every pulse of it so thick and plentiful that it prolonged my pleasure like a stroke from the inside. I’d fill him. I’d mark him. I’d do anything to never lose him.

I snarled and buried my face in his neck, teeth aching as I bit hard, a coppery film of blood coating my tongue. Before I could panic, Lex came again, the bite welcome and loved.

I reached between us, desperately tugging his cock on instinct alone. He shouldn’t have enjoyed it, should have resisted the overstimulation, but instead, he came for a shocking third time, still milking my cock for every drop. And through my ragged breaths, I could only say one word. “Please.”

His whimper and squirm made my heart flutter as his hand slid around to cup the back of my neck, fingers sliding between my locs, touching my scalp with such a delicate touch.

“Please don’t leave.” The words came from my lips, spilled in a half sob that he shushed away.

“I’ll be here.” His breathy voice petered out as I sought to draw myself out, finding my cock joined with him. He chuckled lightly. “Another book thing.”

I stared at where we joined, transfixed as his hole stretched when I tried to pull back.

The sensation made him squirm, made me moan, and before I knew what I was doing, I was fucking him again, drawing back with a gentle tug enough to pull my cock out, a swollen bulb at the base releasing a trickle of cum from within him.

The desperate whine he made mixed with the static of my mind, and I forged my hips forward, watching him stretch over my new girth, accepting me back in once more. Wild… But I liked it.

I loved it.

And I made a slow effort to pull it out again, push it in, watching him hiss and writhe with each pump.

And before long, it swelled again, locking me tight until I came again and again.

Lex mewled and writhed, begging for more, and it didn’t seem to end until we collapsed atop one another, exhausted and content.