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“Good to know.” Cole chuckled.

Sometime, he’d make Ford tell him exactly why he had lube next to the bed. He had a pretty good idea, but he wanted to know how Ford played with himself and what he thought about when he did. He flopped onto his stomach and stretched to open the nightstand.

It didn’t surprise him that he had to rifle around to find it at the back of the drawer under some magazines and a couple of paperbacks. What did shock him a bit was the small plug stashed next to it. He paused for a second before grabbing both items. They were going to have a bit of fun tonight.

“You’ve been keeping secrets from me,” Cole playfully scolded.

Ford arched his back to look up at Cole, his cheeks flushing bright red when he spotted the silicone toy.

“Can I use this on you tonight? I’m not going to fuck you because there’s no way you’ll be able to stay quiet for that, but I want to see how you look with something stretching your ass. You can think of me when I do, imagining it’s my cock shoving deep inside your hole.”

“Fuuuck,” Ford groaned.

Cole bit back his amusement when he noticed Ford gently rocking his hips back and forth, humping the mattress.

“If you keep doing that, you’re going to get yourself off,” Cole warned him, giving him a sharp smack on his ass. “That’s my job. Now, are you going to let me play?”

“Yes, please.” He folded his arms under his head and smiled softly, more relaxed than Cole could remember seeing him in months.

Cole reached under Ford’s body to reposition his already weeping erection. He ran his thumb over the slit to gather the precum, humming as he savored the bitter, salty flavor.

Cole warmed the lube between his fingers and pressed one against Ford’s hole. Ford went still—every muscle locked—before he let out a long breath and pushed back into it.

“Easy.” Cole kissed the base of his spine. “I’ve got you.”

“I know.” Muffled against his arms. “More.”

Cole gave him more. One finger, slow, letting Ford’s body set the pace, and when the tension drained out of him, a second. Ford sucked in a breath and rocked back, and the sound he made was loud enough that Cole worried they would wake Charlotte.

“Shh.” Cole crooked his fingers, searching, and knew the second he found it because Ford jerked and bit down on his own forearm. “There you go.”

“Fuck—” Ford’s hips pushed back, greedy. “Again.”

Cole gave it to him until Ford was shaking and leaking onto the sheets, then pulled his fingers free. Ford made a rough sound of protest.

“Not done.” Cole slicked the plug and pressed the tip against him. “Breathe.”

Ford breathed and bore down, and the plug slid home. His whole body shuddered. Cole held still, watching Ford’s back heave, and had to press his hand against his own cock through his jeans because the sight of Ford like this—trusting him, full, wrecked—was going to end things before they started.

“Move it,” Ford managed. “Please.”

Cole worked the plug in shallow thrusts and reached under to get a hand around him. Ford jerked between the two sensations, and Cole found a rhythm that had him grabbing fistfuls of the sheets and burying his face in the pillow.

It didn’t take long. Cole angled the plug and tightened his grip, and Ford came hard, biting the pillow, his body seizing and then shaking through it. Cole stroked him until Ford caught his wrist.

“Enough.” Ford was breathing like he’d played three overtimes. “God. Enough.”

Cole eased the plug out and wiped his hand on his own shirt. He lay beside Ford, who rolled onto his side, wincing, and dropped his gaze to the situation in Cole’s jeans.

“I said this wasn’t about me.”

“And I said we’d see if you could follow through.” Ford already had his hand on Cole’s belt. “Verdict’s in. Now shut up.”

Cole didn’t argue. Ford got his jeans open and a hand around him, still lazy and wrecked. It took about ninety seconds of Ford’s hand and open-mouthed kisses on his neck before he came, muffled against Ford’s shoulder, his thigh screaming and the rest of him not caring.

They lay there tangled in the dark, Ford’s bad hip propped on the pillow Cole had shoved under it without thinking.

“Laundry before she wakes up,” Ford said.