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“Val—Dios—please.”

I hummed the question—please what?

“Fuck.” His hips bucked against me, pushing his cock deeper against the back of my throat, stretching my jaw and forcing me to push down my gag reflex.

Fucking hell, it was hot.

“Val—” It was a moan, a whimper.

I sucked harder, running one finger over the puckered muscle of his ass.

His hips rocked a little harder, and I pushed my aching groin into his legs, needing contact with fuckinganything.

“Val.” He pulled at my hair.

I hummed again, tonguing the slit of his cock.

“Valentine.” He jerked my head back—pulling my lips off his cock with a strangled growl.

Oh, God, fuck. Only Taavi could make me like the sound of my own name.

“Yeah?” I panted back.

He pushed me away, then climbed up onto the bed across from me on all fours, dropping down to his elbows. “Fuck me.”

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

I had to grip the base of my cock, hard, to stop myself from coming right there, looking at Taavi, his legs spread, ass in the air just fucking begging for me to push into him.

But there was something I wanted to do first.

I pushed off the bed and dropped to my knees, running my tongue between his cheeks, making his hips thrust forward a little.

“Val, please.”

I hummed a little to myself as I spread his ass cheeks with my hands. Usually, I did whatever he told me to, when he told me to do it. And I would this time, too. Eventually.

But first.

I thrust my tongue into him, past the tight ring of muscle, moaning into him as he arched his back with a gasp.

My cock was so hard it hurt, but the taste of him, the sounds he was making… Fuck.

“Val,” he gasped. “Please.”

Thank fucking God I’d put lube and a condom in my backpack, and thank fuck again Taavi had chosen the bed with my backpack on it.

I stood, wiping the spit off my chin, and reached for the zipper of my bag with one hand while I used my own saliva to lubricate the way for a finger to press into Taavi’s body, massaging, loosening, prepping him. Because I didn’t know how much longer I could take this, and I was going to come within seconds of actually getting inside him.

I pulled a condom and small lube bottle out of the side pouch on the bag, flipping the lube cap with my thumb, then dribbling some down onto my hand so that I could add a second finger, pushing, thrusting, stretching.

Taavi writhed, pressing his ass higher, his fingers gripping the bedcovers.

“Valentine.”

My hand shook as I rolled the condom on myself, having opened it with my teeth so I didn’t have to take my other hand away from Taavi.

Every muscle I had trembled as I pulled out my fingers, lined myself up, and pulled Taavi’s hips back so that I smoothly thrust into him, my eyes rolling back into my head as his tight heat closed around me.