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I nudge his thighs apart and rub firmly. His hole is warm and tight under the pad of my fingers, and he sinks forward on his elbows, leaving himself exposed. My blood burns.

The first finger goes in easily. Inside, he’s tender and blazing hot. He gasps and arches his back deeper. I pump my finger back and forth a few times, but he’s so relaxed I can slide the next one in beside it before long.

“Ah!” He tightens momentarily.

“Easy,” I murmur, kissing his shoulder blade.

“I wantmore,” he manages, his frustration obvious.

“It’s been a few weeks. We gotta take it slow or you’ll hurt yourself.”

“I just want you inside me,” he chokes.

“I know. I need it too.”

I pull my fingers out, all urge to tease gone. He makes a pained noise, but I turn him around, needing to see his face. His cock is still hiding, just a firm mound between his legs. He whimpers when I press my palm against it.

“Hurts.”

He tilts his head up, soft lips the color of the morning sky calling to me, and I kiss him and taste the hot chocolate he was making and the faint salt of his natural flavor, breathing in his scent and warmth hungrily. He runs his hands up and down my sides restlessly.

“Bedroom,” I gasp, pulling back. “I want lube.”

He practically trips over his pants getting there, and I’m not far behind.

I strip off my shorts as he flings his pajamas off the side of the bed and digs in my drawer for the lube. I’m about to take it from him when he flicks the cap off and squirts it onto his own fingers, and I’m treated to the sight of him lifting one leg to give himself access to his hole. I gape as two slender green fingers disappear inside. His slit parts, glistening with wetness just like I expected, and the mess drips down over his hole. He throws his head back on the pillow. Finally, his cock peeks out of its hiding place and begins to thicken and lengthen, pointing straight up and quivering with need.

I’mstarving.

I grab his thigh in one hand and push him back, leaning down to dig my tongue straight into the wettest part of him. He lets out a wail. I swallow his liquid eagerly, my cock throbbing and my pulse hammering as he writhes under me, fingers still buried in his ass. I lick his slit clean, then move on to hiscock. The shy member lashes my tongue once, twice, and erupts. He convulses with a cry, his knee almost taking me out. His ass squeezes around his fingers. I close my mouth around his slender tip and swallow his squirming shaft.

With my nose buried in his smooth, warm skin, I let my eyes drift shut, swallowing back his essence. Finally his thighs relax, going soft again, and his cock starts to twitch with overstimulation instead of ongoing orgasm. His hands sink into my hair as I lift my head.

He gives me a dazed smile. “Oops.”

“Notoops. Delicious.” I smirk.

He tugs me up his body, pulling me into a deep, soul-searching kiss.

“I’m ready now,” he whispers.

My cock pulses. I lock eyes with him, slotting myself between his legs, and he hooks his ankle around my back. My cock kisses something hot and damp. I thrust a couple times, expecting to glance off, but instead it catches, and suddenly I’m pushing in, and he’s accepting me, hot, tight, squeezing my flesh, and a choked cry escapes him.

I dig my toes into the mattress and push deeper. “Fuck, oh god. So good.”

He’s silk and honey and perfection. He opens eagerly, wings shuddering on either side beneath him, his hole trembling around me. He’s soft and welcoming. I thrust forward until I’m in him to the root, my balls resting against his ass, and I feel his sated cock wriggle against me.

He arches, moving against me with a complete lack of finesse, mindlessly chasing what he wants. “Give me your pleasure — your seed.”

I give it to him.

His cock comes to attention when I start fucking him in earnest. The noises he makes are definitely loud enough for theneighbors to hear, and I don’t care. I want everyone to hear. I want them to know how good I make him feel. If he just wanted to get off, he could touch himself in the shower. But he didn’t. Just like I don’t. I saved my come for him, all my passion, and I pour it into him with every thrust. He cups my face and gasps against my lips as I plunge deeper, seeking the kind of completion that goes beyond climax.

When I come, it rises through my whole body like an electric storm. I shudder and cry out against him, my hips jerking uncontrollably. I feel him tighten all around me, his hole gripping as he comes again, his fingers on my arms and his legs around my back.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants into my mouth. “My Ezra. Mine.”

“Love you, baby,” I moan, pumping my seed into him. “Love you so much.”