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Colum’s head hung down as he sucked in a hard breath, while Xavier, the poet, drew pictures with words, played sonatas with his fingers.

“So tight,” Xavier growled.“Only one finger.You’re gripping it so hard I can barely move it.God, I can’t wait to feel this pressure on my cock.Can’t wait to take this virginity.This moment, Colum…it’s destiny, it’s fate.We were always meant to be here, just like this.”

Colum cursed under his breath when Xavier added a second finger, stretching him wider.Those two fingers were nowhere close to the same size as Xavier’s cock, and he was already slightly uncomfortable from the pinch.

“It hurts,” Xavier mused, his words not a question.“That’s good.Pain is good.It makes you feel alive.”

Colum shook his head, though it wasn’t a rejection, merely his body’s way of trying to say something he didn’t want to.He wanted this.The pinch, the pain, the possession.

Especially when Xavier pulled both fingers out.

Colum grunted, the ability to speak gone.

Xavier chuckled, then something cold and slippery landed on his anus.“This will help.”Xavier pressed those two fingers back in.Shove might actually be a better word, but this time, the path was made easier, less jarring, helped along by the lubrication.After working those two digits in and out a dozen or so times, Colum felt more at ease.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so?—

Xavier added a third and Colum groaned, the stretch so much more.

“Fuck me,” he muttered.He wanted this, but…what if he couldn’t take it?What if…

“Oh yeah.I do like to hear you beg,” Xavier said, interpreting the words differently than Colum meant them.“Do it some more.Because once I slide my cock into this tight ass, I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Stop.Talking,” Colum gritted out.

Xavier either ignored him or didn’t hear, too lost to his own desires.“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”

Colum shook his head, his body shuddering in response.His shoulders pulled tight.

“I’m going to—” Xavier stopped mid-sentence.

Colum looked over his shoulder then blinked a few times to be sure he was seeing what he thought.

Somehow, Annie had moved from her position without him even realizing.

How had she done that?

The pillow she’d been reclining against was pressed against Xavier’s face.“Less talking.More action,” she said.“And more lube.”

Colum shivered when Xavier squirted more lube on his ass, working it in, slower this time.

Annie had lowered the pillow and grasped Xavier’s wrist, controlling his pace and speed.“Slow and steady wins the race.”

“You’re a terrible submissive,” Xavier chastised, even though he allowed her to take charge, his fingers gliding in and out, the pinch gone, replaced by a toe-curling pleasure Colum had never experienced.

“Yes,” Colum hissed.His cock was thick and hard again, his erection brushing his stomach.He’d thought himself too spent after the blowjob, but as always, these two proved him wrong.About everything.

He grunted when Xavier withdrew his fingers, slid on a condom, and replaced them with his cock.

Colum held steady, waiting, wanting.He let out a soft keening cry as the head of Xavier’s thick dick penetrated.This was beyond anything he’d ever imagined.

Mercifully, Xavier recalled Annie’s instructions and rather than ramming in hard and fast, he slid in smoothly, gently, giving Colum time to adjust to every…fucking…glorious…inch.

Once Xavier was seated to the hilt, they froze for a moment, Xavier clenched Colum’s hips while Colum fisted the duvet, both of them savoring the intensity, the sheer magnitude of what was happening.

“Fuck me,” Colum repeated, and this time, he meant exactly what he was asking for, and begging would be no problem.

Xavier let go of the reins, withdrawing then returning with more pressure, more speed, more force, the two of them fucking like animals, clawing, grabbing, snarling, feral.