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He sat up abruptly, hair sticking up in all directions, his face red and puffy; he was still the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

“What the heck, Jules! Did you seriously just ask me that?” His indignant expression made me want to whoop with joy.

“I…”

“Did you think I had another boyfriend out there?” Nik pointed at the woods behind himself. “That I only come here when he isn’t around or what?” With a frustrated sigh, he pushed his stubborn hair off his brow and slid off my lap.

I stopped him with my hands on his hips. “We never really talked about it. I didn’t want to assume…”

“Assume? Jules! After we did all this stuff together? We had sex the other day, for God’s sake! I don’t do that when I haveanotherboyfriend. That’s not my style. And if it’s yours, then…” Once more he tried to push me away, but I hugged him close.

“It’s not, Nikolai. I don’t even have a style. All I want is you.”

He stopped avoiding looking me in the eyes. Then my big, burly hockey player tackled me to the pillows, straddling my hips and taking my mouth in a deep kiss.

The movie kept playing, unnoticed by both of us.

Within minutes we had stripped all our clothes and rubbed our bodies together in a delicious dance.

“I should have brought lube.” Nikolai blushed. “But it’s all good. We can just kiss and make out.”

“We can, but we can also…” By my forest, at nearly four hundred and fifty years old, I should be a pro at discussing sex.

“Sleep with each other? Absolutely not, Jules. It’s not that I don’t want you.” Nikolai kissed my neck. “Believe me.”

I believed him.

He’s so hard.

“You can’t get hurt, baby boy. That’s just not happening.”

“You won’t hurt me, Bunny.”

He tried to object, but I stopped him with a finger pressed against his lips.

“My backside it’s uh…it is self-lubricating,” I muttered, unsure how he would take the news.

His thick eyebrows arched. Pecking the pad of my ring finger, he gently pulled my hand away.

“Are you kidding me?”

“No. You can feel it for yourself, if you like.”

Jules! What are you saying?

Nikolai sank back down onto the mountain of pillows, cupped my cheek, and pulled me in for a kiss. A long, slow kiss that made my cock buck against his.

His warm body stretched out under mine grounded me, and my budding shame dissipated.

I’m safe with him.

“Mm, God. Yes, I want to feel for myself, baby boy,” he breathed into my mouth, his fingers trailing down my back until he stroked my glute. “Do you get wet when you get aroused, Jules?”

His low purr travelled right through my body, and I let out a low whimper.

“Yes,” I whispered, breath hitching in my throat as his fingers slid between my cheeks and grazed my hole.

“Oh good lord, Jules,” Nikolai groaned, bringing his hips to mine and lining up our lengths. “You are so hot, baby.” He massaged my sensitive skin, not forcing his way inside, but spreading my wetness around my backside. It felt beautiful.