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It took a little more work than Dean expected, and the burning sensation wasn’t his favorite, but Dean let out a low, pleasured moan as he pushed the last inch of Sloane into him. Dean was sure Sloane was absolutely the biggest he’d ever had, and if it were anyone else, he might have just stuck with giving him a blowjob.

Sloane’s voice shook. “Are you...okay?”

Dean took a deep breath, nodding his head. It was probably the most intense feeling he’d ever had, having someone so thick and long inside him. But it was Sloane, and that was all Dean needed to love every sensation washing through him.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Dean murmured as he began to move his hips.

Sloane’s breath caught, coming out in a stuttering gasp. “Holy shit.”

Dean echoed that statement but kept his focus on moving steadily. Each movement pulled and tugged inside him, sparking a whole new degree of sensation and pleasure he hadn’t known existed. He could feel himself loosening up as he pushedSloane’s thick cock deep inside with every back thrust of his hips, though. Dean wanted to feel every inch of Sloane, but he desperately wanted to get to the part where it was Sloane taking over, where it was Sloane’s hips shoving deep as he ground into Dean.

Sloane huffed, his arms trembling as he fought to keep still. “Dean.”

Honestly, he didn’t care if he wasn’t ready. He’d deal with it.

Dean bent down, kissing Sloane. “Roll us over and fuck me.”

Sloane wasted no time wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist, thrusting up to the hilt. Dean gasped, head spinning as they rolled, and his back was pressed against the bed. Sloane took a moment to adjust his position, moving his grip to Dean’s hips and rearing back. With Dean resting against the bed, Sloane sheathed his cock fully inside him again.

Dean cried out, his hands gripping tight to Sloane’s forearms as Sloane’s cock spread him open. Sloane hesitated only a moment before catching sight of Dean’s panting face and rearing back to thrust in again. At first, his movements were measured and experimental, steadily building in strength as he learned what Dean could handle and what he wanted.

As he continued, Sloane bowed over Dean’s body, pinning him to the mattress. Dean’s legs wrapped tightly around Sloane’s hips, his shoulders pressed to the bed as he continued to grip Sloane’s arms. His head spun with pleasure and pure wonder as he watched Sloane piston his hips down into him. Their bodies crashed together with every movement of Sloane’s cock inside him, lighting his body up with sheer pleasure and ecstasy.

Sweat beaded on Sloane’s forehead as he thrust hard down into Dean’s body, low moans and chest-deep groans falling from his lips. His muscles worked and rolled beneath his skin, and Dean watched as Sloane lost himself to the pleasure.

Sloane grunted, forcing himself to lean on one arm so he could use the other to reach between their bodies. Dean panted, crying out when Sloane’s strong fingers wrapped around his cock and began stroking him in time with Sloane’s thrusts. There was no stopping what was coming, and Dean’s body went wild with pleasure as his orgasm crashed around him.

As his body bore down around Sloane, Dean pressed his lips fiercely against his. Sloane gave a surprised grunt, shoving forward one last time as his arm gave out beneath him. On their sides, Dean gripped Sloane even more fiercely, unable to stop the constant flow of groans from his lips as he felt Sloane cum inside him even as he splattered their stomachs with his own orgasm.

As the ecstasy dwindled, Dean was left panting and weak. The acrobatics they had performed began to pull at his muscles, and with a great sense of reluctance, he eased his hips away from Sloane. Beside him, Sloane winced only slightly as he was pulled free from Dean.

“You okay?” Dean asked, stroking Sloane’s cheek.

Sloane snorted. “Me? What about you?”

Other than already missing the feeling of Sloane inside him, Dean was perfect. All the times he’d dreamt of being with Sloane, he had never truly known how perfect and divine it would be. Dean had had sex before, and he’d had amazing sex, but nothing compared to the feeling of Sloane deep inside him, holding him tight as he thrust with abandon.

“I’m great,” Dean told him with a little laugh.

Sloane leaned forward, gently kissing Dean. Laying a finger on Dean’s lips, Sloane pushed away and off the bed. Dean watched him go, his heart skipping a beat until he saw Sloane leave the room without taking his clothes. A light came on down the hall, and he heard water. Less than a minute later, the light turned off, and Sloane reappeared in the doorway.

Sloane sat on the edge of the bed, a washcloth in his hand. Dean reached out, but Sloane ignored him, taking it upon himself to wipe the damp cloth gently over Dean’s cum spattered stomach. Dean lay on his back, flush with a mixture of emotions that threatened to sting the back of his eyes.

Sloane looked up, smiling shyly. “Was it good?”

Dean reached out, stroking his skin. “You get the top spot by a landslide.”

Sloane finished cleaning him, tossing the washcloth in the nearby hamper. “I was going to go with mind-blowing, but I like your way of putting it better.”

Dean chuckled, too full of warmth and relief to think of anything witty to say. He was spared, however, as Sloane slid back onto the bed with him. Dean smiled as Sloane pressed himself against Dean, and he rolled onto his side at the man’s nudge.

Sloane’s strong arms wrapped around his waist, snaking over his stomach so his hand lay on his chest. Dean wrapped his arm around Sloane’s, hugging it tightly as he curled back into Sloane’s body.

“Thank you,” Sloane whispered, voice heavy.

Dean stirred. “For?”

“Being you.”