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There was a slight catch in his breath when I bit his earlobe, and he sighed out my name as I soothed it with my tongue. A sound mixed between a whimper and a cry escaped his throat as I tipped my head back, moving my mouth from his skin. When I caught his gaze, there was a desperation that jerked my cock up in response.

“Hold on, sweetheart. I have an idea.”

I sat up with him, my left arm encircling his torso, hand splayed against his back. His legs tightened around my waist as I grabbed the four standard pillows and piled them against the headboard, enough to cushion his back. On reflection, I reached for another two decorative ones and placed them within arm’s reach.

“What?”

Neko’s hold stiffened as I moved to kneel on the bed, thinking I might put distance between us. But separating myself from him, even a hairsbreadth away, would’ve been impossible.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’m positioning you on the pillows for protection.”

His giggling brought about a novel sensation between us. Even at the beginning, I concentrated on drawing out the pleasure from Neko, whether it was with my mouth or my cock. There was an intensity that brought a seriousness to our lovemaking, but with Neko’s silly side, it brought out another aspect I only shared with him.

I maneuvered both of us until Neko’s back lay against the cushions. As he snuggled in deeper, slouching down a bit, he blinked up through his delicate eyelashes, waiting for me.

Before he questioned how the position would work, I spread my thighs and sat back on my feet. I draped Neko’s legs over my outstretched knees, taking a minute to savor the pretty flush over his primed body. I shuffled forward until my balls brushed against his ass.

My plan flew out the window when Neko scurried forward, shuffling his ass further up my widespread thighs and drawing a loud curse from my throat. His arms banded around my shoulders and mine looped around his back, splaying my hands over his skin as I clasped him to my chest. He rubbed the head of my dick against his hole, sucking in a breath whenever the tip caught his rim.

“I’m… going to reach around with my right hand and guide you into me.”

Not wanting to wait another second to be inside my man, I captured his lips in a searing kiss and loosened my right arm, reaching for my leaking, pulsing dick. With a tilt forward, his hole quivered around me before I lowered him down, savoring the catch in his throat and the low moan that followed.

When he bottomed out and squeezed me, blackness edged around my vision, making me feel faint.

“How, for a man who only fucked women before, do you know so much about gay sex?”

“Oh, sweetheart, it has nothing to do with gay or straight sex. I trust you wholly, which goes hand-in-hand with how much I love you. And because you’ve shown me you love me back, I’m free to indulge in every way I can find to take you apart. Trust me, I’ve done nothing but imagine different scenarios, positions, and fantasies featuring you.”

In order to prove my point, I drove forward at the same time his ass rolled, making my cock drive deeper into him. My hand curved over his rounded bottom. The tip of a finger brushed around his stretched entrance, and I absorbed every noise escaping from his throat.

Not getting enough friction because of our limited movements, I cupped his butt with both hands.

“Drape your legs over my shoulders, sweetheart, and place your hands flat on the bed.”

I angled him as he scrambled to do as I asked, his calves on my shoulder. When he leaned back on his arms, I lifted his ass and thrust into him as I dropped him down, allowing me deeper inside him.

“Oh, oh, yeah, this is… can you feel me fluttering around you? You’re so fucking big, but I love the stretch and… fuck, each time you brush against my prostate, it makes me leak all over myself.”

Bracing one arm underneath his lower back, which brought me closer to his mouth, I whispered against his swollen lips, “There he is. The obscene words and dirty little moans telling me how to fuck your orgasm out of you. It’s a fucking thrill, sharing my body and my soul with you.”

“Do you…” he huffed as his hands fisted the sheets underneath him, “like it when I describe how your cock feels, plunging inside me. Or should I tell you I’ve dreamt about you straddling my hips while stroking your cock; the hard, curved, angry red cock pulsing in your hand as I beg you, like a good little come slut, for you to mark me.”

“Fuck!”

“Love, my fantasies go even further. I’ve wondered what would happen if you tease me for hours, not letting me come, while you paint my face with your own release, seeing it dripping down from my chin, as I beg you—”

Not able to keep control if he spoke one more word, I crashed my mouth down on his, cutting off whatever torment he’d inflict on me if he continued.

The desperate little whimpers, the stuttered way he moved his hips, and his hole clenching and relaxing around me, made my body throb and I shivered with my upcoming release.

Helpless to keep the words from escaping, I broke the kiss and murmured against his mouth, “Fuck, I’m close, sweetheart.”

My gaze took in the colorful flush along his neck and chest, the sweat dampening his thick, soft hair, and his fists tangled in the sheets as he pushed his hips against my thrusts, seeking his own pleasure. I glanced down and growled as the pink material covered what I desired.

Somehow balancing Neko with one arm, I reached down and tugged the waistband until it fit snug underneath his balls, exposing his leaking cock. But I didn’t touch it.

“Graham?”