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Dean chuckled deep in his throat. “Oh, better than okay, this is, yeah, I’m definitely okay.”

Sloane grinned, running a thumb over the head of Dean’s cock. Dean watched, wide-eyed as Sloane bent down, kissing the tip before pulling away and running his tongue over his lips.

“Huh, not what I was expecting,” Sloane commented.

Dean almost asked what Sloane meant until he saw the drop of fluid coming from the tip of his cock. He had been leaking, and apparently, during his sweet and incredibly sexy gesture, Sloane had got some on his lips.

“Sorry,” Dean said with a light laugh.

Sloane reached down, taking hold of the outline of his own hard cock. “Don’t be. This is still here.”

With his attention averted, Dean’s gaze locked on the bulge. Sloane followed his gaze, smirking as he moved his fingers up to the button of his pants. With far less careful movements, Sloane’s pants were undone and began slipping down his waist. Dean watched eagerly as the dark trail on Sloane’s stomach became visible inch by inch, revealing a dark patch and then the thickness of Sloane’s cock. Sloane stood at the end of the bed, letting his pants fall away, revealing his thick, heavy shaft.

“I almost forgot how big that thing is in person,” Dean muttered.

Sloane looked up, concern reaching his eyes. “Uh, we don’t have to, you know?—”

Dean smiled. “You want to fuck me?”

Sloane chuckled, taking hold of the base of his cock and giving it a squeeze. “I did sayall.”

Dean reached out toward him. “Then, get that shirt off and come here, and let me show you it all.”

Sloane did as he was told, shucking off his shirt and tossing it away before climbing onto the bed. Of all the things Dean loved about the moment, he treasured the feel of Sloane’s naked, warm body pressing down onto him as he kissed him. Held tight, with Sloane’s tongue sliding over his own, Dean felt a wash of pure bliss pass through him.

“God, you feel...good,” Sloane whispered, rutting against Dean as he spoke.

Dean chuckled, not taking offense at the slight hesitance in Sloane’s words. For a man who was probably used to far softer, curvier bodies, Dean had no doubt Sloane was in a strange place being turned on by Dean. But by God, he was turned on, and Dean shivered as he felt Sloane’s stiff cock slide alongside his own.

Dean gave him a light push. “Get on your back.”

Sloane hummed, doing so. “Bossy.”

Dean chuckled, rolling over to open the bedside table drawer. “You love it.”

He snatched the lube and then considered the condoms sitting next to it. Dean had, of course, used them before, and hesitantly, he picked one of the condoms meant for larger sizes. He knew how he felt about the idea, but he turned and held the condom in the air for Sloane’s opinion.

Sloane smiled gently at it. “I don’t.”

Dean grinned, tossing it back into the drawer without hesitation. Even though technically he would have known if Sloane had something, since he had access to the man’s medical records, he would have trusted Sloane instantly. And if he were completely honest, the idea of feeling Sloane inside him, bare and unhindered, was exactly the way Dean would have chosen it.

Straddling Sloane’s hips, Dean uncapped the bottle of lube and poured a healthy amount onto his hand. Sloane’s eyes watched closely, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as Dean reached behind him. Dean let out a low breath as his fingers closed around the thick girth of Sloane’s cock, sliding over it to coat it with lube. He took his time, making sure every nook and cranny of the thick shaft was coated and ready for action. He used it as the perfect excuse to grope Sloane.

With that done, Dean leaned forward, propping himself up with his dry hand. With his still slick hand, he pressed one finger against himself. One digit was nothing, and he slid it inside his hole. Dean pressed his mouth against Sloane’s chest, kissing him gently as he slid another finger alongside the first.

Sloane’s eyes were wide as Dean looked up. “Are you?—”

Dean chuckled, letting out a low groan as he nuzzled Sloane’s chest, adding a third finger.

“I’m not going into this completely unprepared. You aren’t exactly small.”

Sloane cupped his face, kissing him as Dean let out another groan. He would probably need more work than he was doing to be completely ready, but Dean wasn’t patient enough. Pulling his fingers free, he gripped the base of Sloane’s cock and angled it until it pressed against him.

“All of it?” Dean asked as he began to push his hips back.

Sloane reached down, taking hold of Dean’s hips. “All of it.”

Dean gave that last extra push, body stiffening as Sloane’s thick head pushed past the ring of muscle. Below him, Sloane’s eyes widened even further, encouraging Dean to push back even more. He couldn’t stop the moan that fell from his lips as Sloane’s cock spread him wide with every inch. Sloane’s fingers dug into his hips, not moving Dean but keeping a fierce grip on him as Sloane’s cock filled him.