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“The kind,” Sloane growled, seeing Dean’s eyes light up as he gazed up at him, “where I realized that you and I are aloneand will be for a few hours. The kind where I haven’t fucked you in a few days because of traveling. And the one where I see you looking ridiculously good in the morning and can finally do something about it.”

The mug thumped on the counter as Dean clumsily set it aside. “We have time?”

“We have the house all to ourselves,” Sloane promised him, running a hand down the man’s side. “Forhours. And no one around to hear anything.”

How funny it was to think of himself a year ago, hell, just over half a year ago. He would have never dreamed that the feel of another man’s body would do anything for him other than give a begrudging and platonic sense of appreciation. And now, feeling Dean’s body, watching his dark eyes light with sudden passion, Sloane wondered how he had never seen the appeal before.

Dean’s hands stole to the waist of Sloane’s lounge pants, fingers curling beneath the band and tugging. Sloane sucked in a sharp breath as Dean reached in, wrapping his grip around Sloane’s cock and pulling it free. Years of being with enough people, and hell, even just having general knowledge, let Sloane know that he wasn’t exactly lacking and was more than intimidating. Despite that, Dean was always willing and eager to take Sloane in whatever form.

This time, it resulted in Dean’s strong hand wrapping around his thick shaft and pulling him toward his lips. And here was the last exception to Dean’s sleepiness. Emergency or need brought him to full wakefulness, but so too did sex, and he wasted no time r in drawing Sloane into his mouth and sucking hard on the head.

“Dean,” he groaned, wrapping his fingers in the man’s tousled hair and pulling him down.

He knew full well what Dean’s limits were, or at least had a very good idea. Sloane groaned as Dean’s mouth and, eventually,his throat wrapped around his cock, squeezing pleasure from him with every inch. All drowsiness from the long night he’d had was gone. Dean was as intent on his task as he always was.

Along with the intent came sheer dedication and skill. Sloane never thought too hard about those who came before him, those who had probably helped Dean hone his skills. But that didn’t mean he was immune to the talents the man had or to the feel of his knees weakening when he felt his cock sink entirely into the man’s throat. No one had ever achieved that before, but for Dean, it was just one more feat that Sloane loved and never took for granted.

Dean felt good, lips and throat wrapped around his cock, but Sloane wasn’t quite ready to settle for that. He wanted to feel himself push inside Dean, feel the grip of his ass around him, and most of all, he wanted to hear Dean cry out, knowing just how much the other man wanted it. Reluctantly, he freed himself from Dean’s mouth, stepping back even as Dean reached for him desperately.

“I think we might need a bed for what I have in mind,” Sloane told him.

Dean drew himself up, and Sloane wasted no time taking him in his arms and holding him close. As their lips met, Dean’s legs wrapped around his waist, allowing himself to be carried. Sloane dove into the kiss even as he stepped back, stumbling as he tried to find his way through the house.

The bitter taste of coffee was rich on Dean’s tongue, but it didn’t stop Sloane from kissing the man hard, letting his tongue wrestle with his. Dean groaned as he rubbed against Sloane’s hard cock as they bumped and fumbled down the hallway to their shared room. Sloane could feel the straining shaft of Dean’s arousal pushing insistently against his stomach.

When they finally reached the bedroom, Sloane released Dean, letting him fall onto his back on the bed. Without missinga beat, Dean squirmed, throwing himself onto his stomach and crawling toward the edge of the bed where their bags lay. Sloane slapped his hand down on his lower back, pinning Dean in place and leaning over him. It took only one hand to grab the bottle of lube from his luggage.

Six months seemed like such a short time to learn how it was to have a boyfriend, to be in a gay relationship for the first time in his life. Yet with Dean, it was enough for Sloane to have learned the ins and outs of what this man wanted from him. There were the little tells and the big ones, all culminating in telling Sloane precisely what he should do.

The way Dean arched under his touch as Sloane pinned him to the bed. The eager look in Dean’s eyes as he glanced over his shoulder. The thrust of his hips, up into Sloane’s touch and down onto the press of the mattress, were all Sloane needed to know.

He pulled down the waistband of Dean’s lounge pants, even as his other hand awkwardly tried to spread the thick coat of lube across his cock. If Dean had wanted prep, he would have been coyer, more sensual, and more reserved as he’d had some fun. But Dean was on the same wavelength as Sloane and wanted it as quick as he wanted it hard.

Once he managed to get himself lubed up, Sloane tossed the bottle aside and pressed the head of his cock against Dean’s exposed ass. There was that expected, beautiful moment of resistance, and then Sloane pushed harder. Dean cried out, head bowing forward, fingers gripping the bedspread with sudden fierceness.

As always, whenever he entered Dean quickly, Sloane waited, patiently letting the sensation fill his mind. Seconds later, Dean let out a low groan, pushing back and pulling another inch of Sloane inside him. More than happy to oblige, Sloane pushed forward, feeling half of himself sink in. Sloane knew enough about the man who had come to call him partner for life to knowthat Dean loved the sensation of pain as much as pleasure. Dean groaned desperately as Sloane pushed the rest of himself inside.

“Baby,” Dean breathed, his voice desperate and yearning.

“Mine,” Sloane growled, knowing the word was as vital for Dean to hear as it was for Sloane to say.

“God, yes,” Dean hissed, pushing back again.

Sloane wrapped his hands around Dean’s hips before rearing back and sliding forward. He savored the sensation of the grip around his cock and of the low groan Dean gave as he buried himself once more.

It was all he needed to yank his hips back and shove himself forward. Dean cried out, and Sloane gave him the same, drinking in the pleasure of his body and that of his lover. Dean leaned his head forward, panting as Sloane slammed into him again and again. His body was taut, spread out for Sloane to see, but it welcomed Sloane all the same, muscles working and flexing as Sloane hammered into him.

Sloane bowed over Dean’s body, shoving deep as he came. His teeth sank into Dean’s shoulder, feeling the muscles go tight beneath his grip. Dean cried out, reaching between his legs, giving three pumps of his desperate fist, and crying out once more. Sloane growled, feeling the grip of muscle around his cock tighten as he came deep inside the man. As he’d done so many times, but it was never enough.

Dean’s body shuddered beneath him as he came, pressing his forehead against the bed as he pushed his hip against Sloane’s groin, ensuring he was buried as far as possible. They rocked together, Sloane hunched and gripping Dean tight, and Dean pushed as flush as he could against Sloane until their pleasure, rocking and rolling through them, was finished, leaving them breathless.

They lay together, Dean finally finding the strength to laugh. “So, so,somuch better than caffeine.”

Sloane snorted, rolling onto his side so he could throw his arms and legs over Dean. “That’s what you're going to leave me with?”

Dean curled against his touch, burying his nose into Sloane’s neck. “God. I love you so much. So fucking much.”

“Better,” Sloane murmured happily, holding Dean close.