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“Shhh.” Felix brushed a kiss over the back of Sam’s neck, the gentle movement a stark contrast to the way his fingers were currently unraveling Sam at the seams. And then his next words had Sam’s heart melting into a pool just like the one a few paces from them.

“I won’t rush this. I refuse to hurt you. You need to be ready for me.”

Sam knew what the hidden meaning behind those words was.

He knew Felix had reservations about this act being performed on him.

So Sam knew there was so much more behind Felix’s assurance.

It was a promise that he’d be careful with Sam.

That Sam was safe in his hands. Control over someone else was a gift.

Felix’s promise made clear he understood the significance of that surrender.

And Sam surrendered it all. His love. His heart. His body.

All he had and all he was belonged to Felix.

Fee’s fingers fell away, and a hoarse cry left Sam, his body clenching on nothing. This was the best and the worst part. The painful ache of being full ripped away. But knowing it was going to be replaced by something so much better.

The slick head of Felix’s cock pressed against Sam. Felix leaned forward, chest pressing against Sam’s back.

“I can’t put into words what you do for me,” he murmured into Sam’s skin. He pushed forward. “For so long, I’ve had no one to rely on. Had to be the one others rely on. The strength. The protector.” He slipped in an inch, paused, let Sam adjust. “I was so fucking alone,” his voice cracked.

He breached Sam further with slow, shallow slides, and Sam fidgeted. Needing more. Deeper. Harder. More . Because he was feeling too much. Those words were too much.

“Until you,” Fee said hoarsely. “You are my strength when I have none. You are my solid ground when I’m lost at sea. You’re my clarity when I can no longer make sense of anything.” Felix sank the rest of the way, hips meeting Sam’s arse.

He gripped Sam’s hips, holding there, unmoving.

Sam thudded his head against the stone softly, his breaths ricocheting off the stone and dancing back over his face.

A well of emotion was rising, and he couldn’t hold it back.

It was going to consume him. God damn it.

The man needed to move. Sam needed to feel him.

To be grounded by the feel of Felix claiming him.

Felix chuckled, and Sam felt that chuckle deep in his arse. His toes curled. Fuck .

“It’s my turn to take care of you, Sam. I’m going to show you how much you mean to me.” One long, unhurried thrust. “Brace yourself.”

Sam’s fingers dug into the wall, arms locking tight.

Felix’s lips grazed Sam’s ear, and Sam could feel the man’s saucy smile. “Good boy.”

Sam’s eyes rolled back. Shite .

Then Felix pulled back and thrust home. Sam groaned, and that was all the encouragement Felix needed to completely let go.

He drove into Sam, hands bruising on Sam’s hips.

The muscles in Sam’s arms strained, his damp palms slipping on the wall’s smooth surface.

Felix pressed up against him, grinding his hips like he was searching for something.

A feral sound tore from Sam as Felix’s cock hit him exactly where he needed.

“There it is.” Felix tugged on Sam’s ear with his teeth and then snapped his hips in a forceful thrust.

Pleasure streaked down Sam’s spine, his cock screaming in agony at its lack of attention.

Felix picked up a relentless pace, pegging that spot over and over, and bliss burst through Sam’s body with every thrust. Fee didn’t hold back.

He fucked Sam hard, possessive, forcing Sam into the wall over and over.

The melody of their bodies slapping together surrounded them.

Sweat dripped down Sam’s neck, his skin on fire, all of him on fire.

Sam fell to a forearm, his palms not enough to hold him up any longer. “Yes, fuck . More, Fee.” He didn’t even think that was possible, that Fee could lay into him any harder. But hell, it wasn’t enough. He didn’t think it would ever be enough.

His body vibrated with tightly coiled need. With overwhelming emotion. Felix’s deep grunts by his ear, the rough breaths puffing against Sam’s skin, the fullness, knowing it was Felix —it all had him at the edge, every drive of Felix’s cock one push closer to falling over.

His fingers twitched with desperate want. Needing the relief that would only come when he could wrap them around his length.

“Fee,” he pleaded at the same time his body rebelled at the idea of this being over. But it was too much. The flames of lust licking at him were too close to swallowing him whole.

“You need to come?” Felix rasped.

Sam thrust back in answer, and Felix’s rhythm faltered, his gasp ringing through the room.

“Touch yourself. Now.” His low order slid over Sam’s skin like melted honey.

Sam’s hand flew to his weeping cock, his hand shuttling wildly over his shaft while Felix pounded into him, fervent, unhinged. Bliss whirled around him. He was at that edge, and bliss was coming at him like a windstorm, a tempest determined to throw him over at any moment.

And then pleasure crashed over him like a torrent of wind, a blinding storm of ecstasy surging through him as he spilled over his hand. Felix’s hoarse shout immediately followed, his hips jerking and stuttering against Sam, wringing out the last of his own pleasure.

Felix collapsed heavily on him, and Sam fell into the wall. They broke out into exhausted chuckles, bodies moving in tandem with ragged breaths.

Sam found Felix’s hand, weaved their fingers together, and brought them over his pounding heart. Felix’s fingers flexed, fingertips digging into Sam’s flesh. Like he knew the organ hiding beneath belonged to him.

Fee nuzzled into the crook of Sam’s shoulder, lips pressing lazy kisses everywhere they could touch.

Sam stretched his neck, giving the man more landscape to work with.

He loved how affectionate the man got after being intimate.

Felix didn’t want to roll away and fall asleep.

He didn’t want to slip away without a word. He wanted to be even closer .

A sated groan escaped him, and Felix’s hands clutched Sam harder. A silent agreement that in this small moment, everything was perfect, that this was something worth holding on to.

Felix’s softening cock slid from Sam, and cold air hit Sam’s back, the evidence of Felix’s release sliding down his thigh.

He turned and leaned against the wall; not sure his legs would hold him yet.

Felix walked on shaky legs of his own. He grabbed a towel and their banyans, then wobbled back over to Sam.

Felix’s gaze swept over Sam, catching on Sam’s trembling legs. “I’m a little afraid we’re not going to be able to make it up the stairs.”

Sam huffed out a laugh and grabbed the end of the towel, yanking Felix forward so he fell against him. “We’ll manage,” he murmured against Felix’s lips. “Because I am very much looking forward to getting tangled up with you and falling asleep.”

Felix deflated against Sam with a contented hum and sank into Sam’s kiss.

That small vibration shot straight through Sam’s chest, swirling around, filling it.

Christ, when their month was up, Sam didn’t know what he’d do if Felix didn’t want to continue this.