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“Wow,” Dean whispered.

Sloane nodded slowly. “Wow, is right.”

Dean took a deep breath, letting himself inch back while watching Sloane’s face. For a moment, disappointment filled Sloane as he felt Dean’s body lose contact with his. Then, it occurred to him that Dean was trying to play it safe, giving Sloane space without demanding too much.

Sloane tightened his grip, keeping Dean still. “I’m not done.”

Dean looked at him, one corner of his mouth curling up. “Yeah?”

Sloane nodded. “That was as easy as you said it would be.”

Dean’s eyes darted over Sloane’s face. “But?”

Sloane’s heart hammered, and he felt a little lightheaded, but he forced himself to speak, knowing he needed to say the words and knowing he meant them.

“I want to see the rest.”

DEAN

His heart beat so ferociously in his chest he thought it was amazing they couldn’t hear it. Sloane’s words echoed in his head, and Dean swallowed hard, letting them sink in.

How many nights had he lain awake, dreaming of hearing something like that from Sloane? How many fantasies had Dean burned through, thinking what it would feel like to have Sloane hold him, kiss him, mean all of it, and want more?

Dean swallowed. “The rest?”

Sloane’s eyes locked on his. “All of it.”

Not that Dean didn’t want to drag Sloane back to the bedroom immediately, but he knew they had to be careful. Sloane was wandering into territory he wasn’t used to, and neither of them was sure what the rules were. Maybe there were none, but Dean didn’t want to rush when it might be better to walk carefully.

Dean smiled nervously. “Going from your first kiss with a guy to sleeping with one?”

Sloane’s grip tightened. “You’re not just a guy. You’re you. And last I checked, we already went further than a kiss.”

Dean’s stomach tightened as he remembered Sloane’s pleasure-filled face as Dean slid the man’s cock into his mouth.It had been a fantasy realized on its own, but now Sloane was talking about something more than that. Dean didn’t care that he would probably be feeling the man’s thick cock inside him for days. All he could think about was what it would be like finally to have Sloane.

“Still,” Dean said, needing to make sure.

Sloane growled. “Dean.”

A shiver ran up Dean’s back, and he couldn’t help the little gasp. “God, don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Get all growly and aggressive.”

Sloane cocked his head, a shadow of a smirk on his face. “Why?”

Dean narrowed his eyes. “Because.”

And just like that, he felt himself propelled backward until his back thumped against the wall. There was no pain, just the sensation of force as his back thumped against it. The shiver of pleasure became a jolt, twisting in Dean’s stomach and bringing a low sound from him again.

“Because it turns you on?” Sloane asked, voice low and dangerous.

Holy shit, Dean could actually see pleasure in Sloane’s eyes as he realized he was arousing Dean. In all the times he had imagined it and dreamt of what Sloane would look like, Dean realized he had not been ready for the reality. The sight of Sloane, the most heterosexual man Dean had ever known, excited by the idea of turning Dean on, had his knees weak and his breathing sharp.

“Yes,” Dean managed, leaning back against the wall.

Sloane pressed his face to Dean’s neck, nibbling. “I remember.”