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It’s a struggle, making my way out of the room with Luke in my arms—not because he’s too heavy, but because his mouth is working miracles on all the most sensitive spots of my neck and throat while I try to keep us balanced and check the halls for any lingering children who shouldn’t be awake.

But when I kick our bedroom door shut behind me and toss Luke onto our bed, the sight of his chest in all its naked glory makes every bit of struggle worth it .

I shuck my pants to the ground, gripping my cock when it springs free and give it one long, hard stroke.

The relief is immediate and so fucking good that my mouth drops open in pleasure, but I have to slow down.

I am way too on edge, I need to chill the hell out if I stand a chance of making my husband come before I do.

“Dean,” Luke sighs, eyes wide as he watches me lazily stroke. “Holy shit…that is…you’re so hot. I can’t even…I can’t think right now…”

“Don’t think, corazón. Just take your pants off and show me what’s mine.”

Luke makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat, lifting his hips and pushing the waistband of his pants. I step forward to help him push them off. Once the pants are discarded on the floor with mine, I softly brush my hands over his thighs.

His cock is thick and so hard it looks almost painful.

A throbbing vein runs from the base to tip, where he’s swollen and red and leaking onto his stomach.

The sight is mouthwatering. A chill runs through me as I press a kiss to the scar on his knee.

He tenses, but relaxes as I continue brushing my lips over the slightly raised skin.

“Me encanta tu cuerpo, baby. You. Are. So. Beautiful.” I say between kisses, working my lips up his inner thighs and alternating back and forth between them.

The smell of him is intoxicating, addictive, flooding my senses and making me go stupid with lust. I’m so fucking horny that I have to grind myself against the mattress for a little bit of relief, then immediately stop when I remember I want to come all over Luke, not the bed.

I flick my tongue over the seam of his balls, teasing a path up until I reach his gorgeous cock.

I lick a long, hot stripe from the base all the way to the tip.

Luke hisses and sinks his fingers into my hair and grips tight.

I’m ready for him to shove my mouth down and start fucking my throat, but he pulls me back instead.

“You can’t do that, Dean.”

“And why not, Luke? I want to make you feel so good, baby.”

“Because, it’s been a really fucking long time for me and I’m pretty sure if you so much as lick my dick one more time, I will come all over your face before you get the tip past your lips.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I smirk, and Luke rolls his eyes. “Baby, it’s been a long time for me, too. I’ll never do anything you don’t want to do, but don’t let your fear of not lasting long enough be the thing that holds you back. We’re in the same boat, and we’ve got all night.”

I scoot up the bed until Luke and I are laying next to each other and gently grab his chin so that we’re face to face.

He looks so soft like this. So warm and pliable, and I can’t decide if I want to snuggle him and kiss his nose or put him on his hands and knees, grab on to his hips and fuck the brains out of him.

“I want you to fuck me, Dean. I want to feel you inside of me so bad. That's all I can think about.”

Hands and knees. I definitely want him on his hands and knees. Wait, no. Maybe I want him to ride me. Or missionary? Missionary would be great because then we can make out while I fuck him.

“Oh god. I’m sorry, that was too much, wasn’t it?

I didn’t even ask what your preference is.

Are you not a top? Do you even like ass play?

” Luke asks. His voice has gone all high and whiny, the way it does when he’s embarrassed.

I cup his cheek and press a quick peck to his lips, loving how swollen they are from my kisses.

“Corazón, breathe. I was just caught up in trying to decide how I want you. And for the record, I’m vers.

I could go either way, but I would love nothing more than to bury myself inside of you tonight.

To be honest, I’ve hardly been able to think about anything except how tight a fit you’d be since this morning. ”

Luke squeezes his eyes shut and blows out a long breath, nodding as he does. When he opens his eyes, the timidness is gone and his brown irises are two dark pools of lust.

“Teach me how to say something hot in Spanish. I want to sound as sexy as you do,” he murmurs, leaning forward and nuzzling his cheek against mine. I hum, thinking for a moment.

“Quiero que me cojas,” I say slowly, enunciating each syllable.

“Quiero que me cojas,” Luke repeats even slower. “What does that mean?”

“It means you,” I say, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose. “Want me to fuck you.”

“Oh fuck, yes. Quiero que me cojas, please.”

I bite back a laugh. We’ll have to work on his pronunciation, but it’s the intent behind his words that matter.

“You’re so fucking adorable. Scoot up and spread your legs, corazón. Let me prep you,” I say as I reach over to Luke’s side of the bed and start to rifle through his nightstand until I find the lube.

“How did you?—”

“Baby, we’ve been sharing a room for weeks.

Do you really think I haven’t snooped while you weren’t around?

Don’t think I didn’t notice that neon blue dildo you have hidden under your boxer briefs, either.

I’d like to formally request a private show with you and that toy one of these nights,” I tease, quirking a brow while I uncap the lid and pour a bit of the cold liquid over two fingers.

Luke snorts, then opens his mouth to chastise me, but the words die on his tongue when I slide my hand in his crease and start to slowly massage the lube against his hole.

“Ungh, fuck,” he moans, throwing his head back.

“We’re just getting started, baby.”

I take my fingers away just long enough to get Luke into the position that I want him in. Knees bent, legs spread and feet on the mattress, open and vulnerable and at my mercy. Maneuvering myself between his legs so I can see what I’m doing, I get back to work.

“You’re so pretty here,” I say as I press my finger against him with just a touch of pressure.

With my other hand, I dribble more lube over his balls and let it drip down between his cheeks.

All the while, Luke murmurs and curses under his breath.

When I press my finger inside him, working my way up to the knuckle, he grips the sheets.

“So tight, corazón. You think you're going to be able to take your husband’s cock?” I tease, pulling my finger out and replacing it with two.

“Fuck, yes. Hurry up, please,” he begs, and I tsk.

“You know as well as I do that we can’t rush this part. So lie there like a good little husband and relax while I work you open. ”

Luke curses again, throwing his head back when I start to scissor my fingers inside him. His cock has gone half-hard, the poor thing neglected while I attend to his ass. I’ll get him nice and hard again soon, but I don’t want him coming until I’m deep inside of him.

Still, I can’t help but want to steal another taste of him for myself.

I wrap my lips around his dick, licking the salty pre-cum from his slit.

At the same time, I swipe my fingers against his prostate.

Luke’s entire body jackknifes, his hips thrusting up and forcing more of his cock into my mouth.

I hum greedily as he moans, his breath growing ragged while his dick grows harder and harder by the second.

“Now, Dean, now. I need you inside me. I need…I need…”

I pop off of his cock while I continue to slowly pump my fingers in and out of him. I want to believe that he wouldn’t ask for my cock if he wasn’t ready for it, but fuck, he still feels so fucking tight.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Please, baby, fuck me. Make me yours,” he whispers. And who am I to say no to that?

I reach for the unopened box of condoms in the drawer and tear it open.

I pull out a foil packet and quickly suit up.

Positioning myself between Luke’s thick, muscular thighs, I notch myself up at his entrance with one hand while the other finds his and intertwines our fingers.

I bring our joined hands to his chest, resting them over the place where I can feel his heart hammering against his ribs.

Slowly—so slowly that it feels like an eternity passes—I push in.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I moan out a low curse.

Luke groans, squeezing my hand as I press inside of him, sliding in centimeter by grueling centimeter.

The grip of him is so hot, so fucking tight that I feel like I’m going to lose my head before I take my next full breath.

When I’m fully seated a million and a half years later, I fall forward, bracketing my elbows around Luke’s face. Our chests meet with every rise and fall of our breaths, and I lean down to kiss him, sliding my tongue past his lips and tangling it with his.

“Missionary, so I can kiss you,” I murmur, repeating my earlier musings.

“Baby, move. Please?” Luke moans. I swivel my hips ever so slightly, causing his breath to hitch. He jerks, pushing his erection that’s trapped between us harder into my stomach.

“My husband begs so sweetly, doesn’t he?”

I pull out slowly and thrust back in even slower. It’s torture—absolute fucking torture—feeling the tight squeeze of his body choking the life out of my cock, but from the way Luke is biting his lip and wiggling beneath me, I know it isn’t easy for him, either.

And, apparently, torturing Luke really gets me off.

When I’m all the way in again, I drop my mouth to the side of Luke’s neck, grazing his stubbled skin with my teeth until he whimpers.

“Does my pretty little husband need to be fucked hard?” I ask in a cloying voice that has Luke’s hips bucking up.

“Yes, mmph, yes, Dean.” His words come out like a jumbled, garbled string of incoherent nonsense, and it’s music to my ears.

When I pull back again and start to pump into him in long, deep strokes, Luke slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle his feral sounds.

I wish he didn’t have to, because after all these years of wanting and wondering, I want to take in every ounce of Luke’s pleasure and sear it into my brain and body like it belongs to me.

But we’re not alone in this house, and discretion is more important than my horny desire to make my husband scream for me.

“You feel…fuck, Luke. You feel so good. Better than I could have ever imagined,” I groan as the speed of my thrusts begin to increase against my will.

I want to drag this out, want to bathe in the feel of Luke wrapped around me, want to live with my cock buried inside of him, but my body can’t hold on like this.

It feels too good. My balls draw up tight, my orgasm tingling at the base of my spine, and I bite the inside of my cheek to distract myself from the overwhelming sensations.

“I’m so close. So, so, close,” Luke mumbles, dropping his hand from his mouth and sliding it between us to wrap around his cock.

I push up, sitting back on my heels and gripping Luke’s hips so hard I know I’ll leave behind bruises.

All the while I continue to thrust into him, giving him room to fuck his fist and giving myself the pleasure of watching.

“That’s it, corazón, stroke your cock. Let me see how you come for me.

Let me feel it,” I bite out through gritted teeth.

It takes all of the strength I have to hold off, to wait until Luke’s head rolls back and his teeth dig into his bottom lip so hard, he draws blood.

His cock pulses in his hand as rope after rope of cum shoots out all over his stomach and up to his chest, painting himself in his own pleasure, and I let that filthy sight be my undoing.

I pump my hips once, twice as my legs go numb and my vision blurs.

A ribbon of pleasure unfurls inside me, spreading through my body like an electric shock as I start to come with my cock buried inside my husband’s ass.

I lose control from the force of the orgasm, falling forward until my chest hits Luke’s.

His cum spreads between us, marking our sweat-slicked skin, and mine fills the condom.

My brain has gone completely offline, overtaken by the man underneath me and the most intense orgasm of my life.

But somewhere in there, my monkey instincts remind my lips of how much they love Luke’s lips, and I kiss him until he’s pushing me away, gasping for air.

“That was…” he murmurs as I reluctantly slide my softening dick out of him.

“Yes, it was,” I say. “Be right back.” I give him a quick peck on the cheek before heading to the bathroom, where I take care of the condom and quickly clean up.

Luke joins me a few minutes later, and we clean up together in the shower.

When we finish, we climb into the bed that Luke already put fresh sheets on.

He curls up on his side and I slide in behind him, throwing an arm over his waist and tangling our legs together.

And when Luke falls asleep in my arms, I know there’s no way in hell I’m leaving before he wakes up tomorrow.