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“You feel comfortable talking to me?”

“I do.”

I nod, drop my hands and lean back, about to tell him to take my dick out when he speaks again.

“May I ask you something?”

I nod. “You may.”

“Does this have to do with Jordan?”

“If it does?” I raise a brow.

“Then I’d say you need to talk to her, not me. Her and I? We want different things in life. Our situations are not the same. You can guess all you like about what will make her enjoy being here, the way I do, but the only way you’ll know for sure is by talking to her.” He licks his lips and adds, “Don’t use my answers to decide what to do with her.”

I hum a sound of approval, giving him another nod to let him know I understand what he’s saying.

“May I suck your dick now?” he asks coyly.

I smirk. “You may.”

“Thank you,” he mutters, freeing my dick that is already half hard. He gives it one stroke and sucks me into his hot mouth. My head falls back, and I close my eyes, enjoying the way Rafael takes his time. For us, it isn’t just about the orgasms. It isn’t about quick and getting off. It’s the journey. It’s the act. It’s what we lose and gain while giving and taking from one another. Rafael takes his time, loving every second of pleasing me. He moans around my length, licking, sucking, and kissing. The way he worships my dick makes me want to worship him in return. The trip to the end is the very best part.

“On the bed,” I groan. He releases me with a pop and stands, making a show of wiping his mouth before moves to the bed. “Naked,” I call out as I stand and take my pants off.

He pulls his briefs down, showcasing the perfect round globes of his ass, before crawling onto the bed. The drawer beside it is where we keep the lube, so I grab it, pop it open, and pour a good amount in my hand before lathering it on my dick. I swipe my lubed up hand along Rafael’s crease, slicking him up, and work a finger inside while stroking myself with my other hand.

Rafael groans, pressing his face into the mattress but keeping his ass in the air for me.

His dick bobs in front of him, throbbing each time I press down on his prostate. He’s leaking pre-cum, little droplets collecting on the comforter beneath him.

“I love how you leak for me.”

“I need to come,” he says.

“And you will. As soon as you let me into this tight ass.” I smack it to add to my point.

“Just fuck me,” he says.

Rafael doesn’t normally tell me what to do, but things are different when we’re in his room. This is what I mean by knowing what to expect from one another. Rafael knows he has more room to speak when we are here. It’s more laid back, and dare I say, organic? When we’re in the playroom, it’s much, much different. But if that’s what I wanted from him tonight, that’s where we’d be. I’m craving something different. I’m craving something more natural.

I work a second finger into Rafael’s hole, and he groans deeply, grinding his ass against my hand.

“Who’s the eager one now?” I question as I add a third finger.

“I missed your cock,” he says with a husky chuckle.

“Good. You can show me how much.”

I hook both hands around his thighs and pull him to me. With a hand flat on his lower back, I press the head of my dick at his hole and sink into him. I do it all in one slow move, not giving him any time to catch his breath or get used to my size. He likes it when I take what I want, and I like when he allows me to do so. Rafael is the very best toy I’ve ever had.

He tenses around me once I’m all the way in, and then I do what I came here for. I fuck him until I’m sweating, panting, and not worrying about all the bullshit going around. I lose myself in him, in the pleasure, in the way he allows me to use his body, the way he urges me on by moaning and calling out my name and telling me to fuck him harder, to make it hurt, to make sure he feels it tomorrow.

Oh, I will, baby. I will.

“I need to come, Vincenzo. Please let me come,” he whines after I’ve been edging him for quite some time. Stroking his dick a few times and letting go to listen to him cry in frustration.

When I’ve reached the point where there is no going back, I lift him against my chest, resting a hand at the base of his throat and grasping his dick with my other. I stroke him quick and hard as I grind into him.