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If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.

“What position would you feel most comfortable in?” I ask him.

He pauses, tilting his head as he contemplates his options. “On my back, on the sofa. I want to see everything.”

A ripple of excitement shivers down my spine, and I can picture his intense gaze as he watches his arse swallow my cock. I’m suddenly a little worried I might not make it all the way into his arse before I blow my load. This release has been building for a few days, and I’m on the fucking edge already.

Man the fuck up, Jacob. You need to make this good for Miles, as it might be the only time you get to do it,I remind myself, and it’s just what I needed to hear right now. If this is our only time doing this, I need to show him how fucking amazing it is.

“Get on your back on the sofa then,” I tell him, nodding towards the space in the middle of the couch, while Indie sits on the far end.

Miles’ brow raises in question at my instructions, and I quickly add, “Please.”

He fights to hold back a smile at the sheepish expression on my face, but he does lower himself onto the middle sofa cushion. Without needing to be prompted further, he bends his knees and places his feet on the edge of the sofa, spreading his legs apart to expose himself to me.

He watches my throat as I visibly gulp, my heart racing, as I take in the sight of this fucking gorgeous man spread open just for me, putting himself in a vulnerable position, just because I asked him to.

I step in between his legs, watching as his hungry gaze rakes over my body, leaving a trail of heat behind. With his hands wrapped around his knees, he pulls his legs open wider, and I’m able to kneel before him.

I open the lube and drizzle it over his arse, and as Miles’ loud hiss quickly turns into a groan, my heart flutters. I watch as it drips over his puckered hole, coating him as I squirt some into my hand.

Once my fingers are covered, I move my lubed hand to his arse, massaging the lube into his waiting hole. Initially, Miles is a little tense, but I take my time, getting him used to the feel of having his arse played with.

When I feel him relax, that’s when I slowly press the tip of my finger in, groaning at how tight he feels as his ring protests against me.

“Just breathe,” I tell him, repeating the instructions he gave me not too long ago. “Relax and push against me.”

He follows my command, and with a deep groan, his arse swallows all of my finger. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from coming just for the feel of him clamped around me.

Capitalising while he’s relaxed, I pull my finger out, stopping when just the tip remains inside, before pressing back in deep. I do this a few more times, letting him get used to the feeling, and when his body relaxes further, I add a second finger.

Miles hisses loudly as the two digits stretch him wider than he’s ever had before, and I continue my slow thrusts, pressing in as much lube as I can whilst I’m widening him in preparation.

When his grumbles of pain turn to moans of pleasure, that’s when I know he’s ready. I have to go deep with my fingers, but I can just about reach his prostate from the right angle, and that intense pleasurable sensation is more than enough to get him heated.

My other hand is already wrapped around my cock, making sure I’m lubed up and ready to go now Miles is. I pull my fingers out, loving the way Miles moans about their loss.

I press the tip of my cock against his slightly stretched, yet still incredibly tight hole, pausing at his entrance to give him the chance to prepare himself.

“Is this what you want, Miles? You can back out if you really don’t want this.”

He reaches up and wraps his hand around my neck, using his grip to pull me down until I’m hovering over him. As soon as my lips are close enough, he kisses me with such intense passion it makes my toes tingle.

When he pulls back, there’s not a shred of doubt on his face. He gives me a reassuring smile, and that’s all I need. “Be a good boy and fuck me,” Miles says, his small smile turning into a cocky, challenging smirk.

My dick twitches at the nickname, and it hits me that there’s a good chance I have a bit of a praise kink too. Even though he’s clearly in charge still, I really want to be good for him, so I do as I’m told.

I gently press the head of my cock against his puckered hole, watching as it stretches out around my swollen, red tip. Miles tenses and hisses as the largest part of my dick spreads him wide, and I lean over and capture his lips with mine once more, hoping the distraction will allow him to relax.

As his tongue strokes over mine, his muscles begin to relax, and the head of my cock pops in, both of us moaning into each other’s mouth as we get lost in the sensation.

He’s so fucking tight around me as I press in at an agonisingly slow pace. We separate just in time for us both to watch as the last inch slips in, each letting out matching moans when I bottom out.

Miles is panting, his mouth open as a look of confusion spreads across his face.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, praying he doesn’t ask me to pull out.

“Yes. I mean, it stings, and I’m so fucking full that there’s a lot of pressure, but every so often, there’s this shock of pleasure, and that’s starting to overpower the rest,” he admits, his face tense as he clenches his jaw.