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My breath catches in my throat. “Yes,” I reply. “I’ve n-never felt this way before.” A few more tears drip out of the corner of my eye.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “Let me see your tears. Let me taste them. Let yourself feel.”

My lips tremble again. “I want you so bad,” I choke out. “It’s so much. Everything is so much right now.”

Dante licks my tears from my face again, and then grinds down against me. My cock throbs, and I struggle not to rock up against him.

“Tell me, puppy,” he demands. “Let it out.”

I grunt and squeeze my eyes closed as more blood rushes to my groin. Even my asshole is tight right now, pulsing with my heartbeat.

“Fuck, God…I might be gay, and I almost died!” I blurt out. Tears are pouring down my face. “I’m gay…I…I’m really fucking gay, and this whole time I didn’t want to admit it, and now my fucking car exploded! My car! You…you saved me and…” I’m nearly sobbing now.

I feel Dante kissing and licking at my face as one of his hands slides along my chest, pressing near my heart.

“That’s it,” he croons as his mouth slides down to my ear. “I’ll make it all better.”

“P-Please!” I gasp. “I need you.”

Dante doesn’t question why. He doesn’t shy away from my blubbering face, nor does he think I’m disgusting in this moment.

Somehow, each thing he does is perfect. His lips kiss my ear and his hand slides to my neck. He applies just enough pressure that it’s calming in a way that’s surreal.

I realize in this moment that I’ve thought of this before—dreamed of it, tamped down the desire even in unconsciousness.

I gasp in pleasure as more tears roll down my face and Dante kisses every single one of them away.

It’s such a passionate gesture that I’ve never felt before. It’s juxtaposed by the way he holds me down, rough and hasty. His hand still pins both of my own above my head. Everything about this moment is primal and hot.

“Please…I need you,” I beg him.

Dante groans and slides his hand down from my neck. I feel every single movement of his hand on my body as he moves it down to my stomach. My cock is so incredibly hard as he shoves his hand into my jeans and boxers.

“You need me, baby?” His voice rumbles close to my ear.

I can’t help but rock my hips up against his hand as he touches my bare dick. I’m already dripping precum.

“Oh God, yes…fuck…I-I’m sorry,” I tell him, feeling a rush of embarrassment about being so easily turned on and so close already.

Dante suddenly slides his hand up off my length and unzips my jeans, tugging them down.

I squirm underneath him, and he lets go of my wrists.

“Don’t you ever apologize for this,” he growls. His hand wraps around my cock and starts to stroke me roughly.

“Ah!” I slap my now-free hand over my mouth. A second later Dante uses his other hand to grab mine and yank it off my mouth.

“Let me fucking hear you. Don’t cover your mouth,” he demands.

I want to do what he says. Some deeply buried part of me springs into action, and all I want to do is please him while he pleases me.

So I let him hear me.

“Please, fuck! Dante!” I try not to fuck his hand, but it’s so difficult. “I-I need to m-move, please.”

“Poor boy,” Dante grunts, and removes his hand from my dick.

I’m disappointed, but only for a split second, until I realize what he’s doing.