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Troy didn’t even bother with a witty quip, leaning back and grinning. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Pushing up, he let Oscar rise from the couch. Troy had taken two steps when Oscar’s arm looped around his waist, drawing him back. Troy arched into him, pressing his ass against his cock as Oscar’s hand wandered down. He moaned softly as Oscar’s teeth sank into his skin, sucking gently.

Troy turned, stumbling backward as he tried to pull Oscar toward the bedroom. They continued to grope and stroke one another as they made their fumbling way, neither of them capable of stopping until Troy felt himself bump into the bed. Without missing a beat, he dropped onto the edge, reaching out to undo the buttons on Oscar’s pants, revealing crimson boxer briefs.

“Always did love you in red,” Troy said as he hooked his fingers into the briefs and pulled them down with the pants.

It took some wiggling, but he managed to drag them down enough to reveal the heavy length of Oscar’s cock. Troy let out a reverent breath, carefully reaching out to run his fingers over the length, refreshing his memory of the feel of it in his grasp. Oscar sucked in a sharp breath when Troy leaned forward, taking the tip into his mouth and sucking gently. The salty-sweet taste of Oscar spread over his tongue as the man leaked copiously, his fingers curling against the back of Troy’s head.

“Troy,” Oscar hissed as Troy’s lips slid further down the length.

Troy chuckled, pulling back with a grin. “I couldn’t resist. But you’re not getting off that easily.”

Oscar looked down, thick brow rising. “That so?”

Troy wiggled backward, shucking off his shorts and tossing them aside. Once his shirt was off, he rolled onto his stomach and pushed his hips up. Face down, ass up, he turned to look over his shoulder at Oscar.

Oscar caught his bottom lip between his teeth. “Jesus, Troy.”

Troy had never been inhibited, but he lost all sense of shame when it came to Oscar. No one could make him act so wantonly and desperate, like the sight of Oscar half-naked and looking better than anyone had a right to. Even better was the sight of him pulling the rest of his clothes off to expose the expanse of his bronzed, beautiful body.

And he knew all too well that acting slutty drove Oscar crazy.

“Please,” Troy pleaded, pointing to the bedside table.

True to expectation, Oscar wasted no time going to the drawer and pulling out condoms and lube. The mattress sank as Oscar mounted the bed, stroking Troy’s exposed skin, first his shoulders, down his back and sides, and then over the curve ofhis ass. Troy’s back arched at the touch, desperate to feel more as he finally heard the bottle of lube open.

“Fuck,” Oscar muttered as Troy felt the trickle of lube start at the top of his ass and run down.

It was Troy’s turn to curse as he felt Oscar’s thick finger run the same path and push into him, spreading him open a little, Oscar’s mouth lay little kisses along his lower back. Troy’s eyes fluttered shut as a second finger was added, his body coiling in pleasure. He allowed himself to get lost in the moment, knowing it was Oscar spreading him open gently but insistently. Feeling his way, Oscar spread his fingers, knowing it would draw a moan from Troy as it always did, a tease for when Oscar’s cock was inside him.

And then he felt it, the covered blunt tip of Oscar’s cock pressing against him.

Troy let out a reedy gasp as Oscar’s cock pushed inside with a strong thrust of the man’s hips. His fingers curled into the bedspread, and his body sang with indescribable pleasure. Heat filled him as Oscar worked his way in with rhythmic, ever-deepening thrusts. Troy couldn’t remember the last time it had taken someone so long to bottom out inside him or filled him so completely. The sensation, a mixture of pain and pleasure, was absolutely maddening, but he held tight, desperate for more.

It was Oscar.

Then Troy felt hips pressed against his ass, and Oscar leaned forward to plant a shaky kiss between his shoulder blades. Troy craned his neck, catching Oscar’s lips with his own in the best, most desperate kiss he could manage. Every inch of Oscar’s cock was buried, throbbing steadily as Oscar’s heart beat furiously. The burn of entry had faded, leaving Troy with only a sense of desperate anticipation.

“Oh, Oscar, baby, please,” Troy whimpered.

Oscar straightened, taking hold of Troy’s hip and pulling back. Troy’s breath caught as he felt the full length nearly pulled from inside him, coming out in a guttural moan as his cock slid back into place. Oscar’s hips continued moving so achingly slow Troy thought he was going to lose his mind before the night was through.

Oscar’s fingers dug into Troy’s hip as he gave another thrust, burying himself faster than before but just as deeply. Troy cried out, shoving his hips back into the thrust to make sure Oscar got as deep as possible. His body thrummed with steadily building ecstasy as the larger man began to thrust in earnest.

Troy was pushed into the mattress, his mind running over every sensation. From the feel of Oscar’s fingers gripping him tightly to the sound of the man’s sharp breathing and throaty moans. Where once he thought he would never again know Oscar’s touch or the feel of his body against his, here he was, Oscar burying himself with all the strength and passion he’d had so many years ago.

When he came, it was with a cry and the crash of pleasure coursing through him. The squeeze of his muscles dragged Oscar right over the brink with him. The man thrust one last time, burying himself completely, and Troy let out a low whimper when he felt the throb deep inside him as Oscar came hard. When the strength ran out of Troy’s legs, he fell forward, and Oscar went with him, keeping himself buried deep as he sprawled over Troy’s smaller frame.

Troy drew in a breath, and then another, as he felt the heavy weight of Oscar bearing down around him.

He laughed softly, closing his eyes at the familiar but almost welcome sensation of Oscar.

OSCAR

Oscar woke a few hours later, groggy and unsure where he was. Moonlight filtered in through an open window, letting in the light and the smell of the ocean nearby. The sound of soft breathing next to him brought his gaze down, and his memory clicked into place.

Troy slept peacefully beside him, his shoulder rising and falling as he lay curled on his side. The moonlight peeked over his face, illuminating his peaceful expression. His hand curled around Oscar’s as though trying to keep hold of him.