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Dean’s eyelids fluttered. “Remember what?”

“You blowing me.”

“Yeah, I remember that. Remembering it even more clearly at the moment.”

“And how you liked it when I took over,” Sloane said, taking Dean’s earlobe between his teeth.

Dean shivered. “Noticed that, huh?”

Sloane’s large body pressed against him, pinning him to the wall with a low growl. “I did.”

Dean wasn’t sure what had changed in the past couple of days, from when Sloane had no idea how he felt about everything to pinning Dean against the wall like he couldn’t get enough of him, but hell if he was going to argue. They probably should have talked first. It would have been the reasonable and adult thing to do. But Sloane was holding him tight, nipping at Dean’s exposed skin, and Dean could feel the man’s huge cock was harder than it had been the night of the blowjob.

He’d be sensible some other time.

Dean turned his head, catching Sloane’s mouth with his and pressing firmly into the kiss. Fire lit in his gut, curling up and through his body as his lips parted, welcoming Sloane’s tongue. Dean wrapped his arms around Sloane’s neck, drawing him in the last inch so he could feel every part of Sloane’s powerful muscles bearing down around him.

Sloane pulled from the kiss, panting as he looked at Dean. For one moment, Dean thought Sloane was having second thoughts and he was going to bail. That he realized, despite whatever he thought a moment ago, he was straight, and there was no way this was happening. Then Dean was up in the air, Sloane’s thick arms around his waist and dropping Dean onto Sloane’s broad shoulder.

Dean gave a startled yelp. “Sloane!”

Sloane chuckled, patting Dean’s butt as he turned to walk down the hallway. “Shut up. You love it.”

“This is ridiculous,” Dean said with a laugh.

“You say, as though I can’t feel you hard against my shoulder,” Sloane snorted.

Dean glared, leaning down so he could swat Sloane’s ass in return. “Not the point.”

“So, I shouldn’t toss you on the bed and pin you to it while I kiss you?” Sloane asked as he stopped at the edge of Dean’s bed.

Dean hesitated, screwing up his face as he realized he was caught. “That’s...you’re an ass.”

Unsurprisingly, Sloane chose to retort by hefting Dean up and letting him drop onto the bed. Dean bounced once before he felt Sloane’s weight press down on him, preventing him from bouncing again. Sloane grinned as he hovered over Dean, pinning his arms with each hand and using his weight to keep Dean’s lower body in place.

Dean grunted, squirming under Sloane. “Cheat.”

Sloane bent down, nipping at Dean’s bottom lip. “I’m not going to lie to you; this is...fun to see.”

“Me irritated with you? That’s nothing new,” Dean shot back.

“You irritated, panting, and wanting me to fuck you,” Sloane growled in his ear.

“Oh, holy shit,” Dean groaned.

Forgetting all about his annoyance, Dean pushed his hips up, trying to get some friction on his straining cock. He had always wondered if Sloane was as dominant and aggressive in bed as he could be in real life, and he was absolutely delighted to find out it was true. That did not, however, make Dean any less desperate for them to get their clothes off.

Sloane released his grip on Dean’s wrists before moving his hands down to Dean’s shirt. Dean lifted himself up in time for Sloane to yank his shirt over his head. The cool air of his apartment brushed over his skin but was replaced by the warm press of Sloane’s hands.

Dean almost protested the gentle touches until he looked at Sloane’s face. Written over the man’s handsome features was pure wonder. Dean watched him, shivering as Sloane’s fingers stroked his sides, over his stomach, and around his chest. Sloane gave an experimental squeeze of Dean’s arms before slowly inching his way off Dean’s body.

Dean watched as Sloane slid his hands over Dean’s waist and down his legs. Sloane took hold of Dean’s pants, undoing the button and unzipping them carefully. Dean realized Sloane had probably never undressed a guy before, and it was almost amusing to watch the care he took with the zipper. When Sloane saw Dean had underwear protecting his tender bits, however, he took hold of them and the jeans and pulled them down.

Sloane’s eyes roamed over Dean’s lower half as he pulled the last of Dean’s clothes off completely. Warm hands massaged their way up Dean’s legs, gripping his thighs and up over his hips. He waited, watching as Sloane slowly made to take hold of Dean’s cock with a firm but careful grip.

“Oof,” Dean grunted, unable to help himself.

Sloane looked up. “You okay?”