Page 262 of For the Fans

“Baby… I’m coming in you,” I whimper, pulling him down to me. “K-kiss me. Kiss me, Kyran, oh myGod, I love you.”

He collapses onto me, our teeth clashing while we suck and lick and bite each other, groaning and grunting into each other’s mouths.

“Avi… Ahhh-veee, angel, I feel you coming in my ass…Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Y-yea? You feel me spilling in you, love?”

“Your cum feels so good in me. Ilove you, baby. I love how you fuck…”

Holding his jaw, our bodies grind together in a big sweaty cum-drenched pile of muscles. I lick his bottom lip, sucking it hard, devouring the dirty words as they pour from his luscious mouth.

“I fucking missed you.” I shudder as we finally stop moving, limbs shaking, hearts leaping into one another.

“I missed you like crazy.” He lifts his face enough for us to lock eyes.

The love flowing between us is palpable, like an explosion of chemistry; a force that will never die down. It’s always been this way with us… An unexplainable draw that pulls us together.

We spend a few heavy seconds petting each other, my fingers in his hair and his trailing from my jaw down my throat. And we’re just staring,feelingit.

We’re finally here. Snapped into place.Whole.

Kyran kisses my bottom lip a few times while I just lie here breathing, fuzzy and warm all over.Happy, for the first time in weeks. Because my man is back, and he feels good. We made it.We won the game.

He moves back, and I hold his hands, pulling out and helping him stand up. He bites his lip, pressing his legs together, and it’s somehow the hottest and most adorable thing I’ve ever seen,watching him squirm at the feel of my cum gushing out of him. Standing up slowly, I take his hand and kiss his palm.

He grins, eyes shifting to something behind me. His brows furrow, and I realize that he’s noticing all my drawings.

“Oh… yea,” I mumble sheepishly as he reaches for the pictures. “I did those… I mean, I was just missing you, so I…” My voice trails off, and I gulp.

“Avi…” he breathes, sifting through papers that are now all rumpled, covered in our sweat. “These areincredible.”

I scoff, shaking my head. “They’re just sketches.”

“Theseare justsketches??” He gapes at me. “Look at the lines… Wow.” He keeps flipping through all the drawings I did of him while he was gone. And some I did before… back in the dorm, when we were still theoreticallyfucking for the fans.

Some are just his eyes, or his mouth. Some are his full face, some just his body. I have ones of him sleeping and ones of him smiling, scowling, fucking, and coming. There are probably close to fifty sketches of Kyran Harbor, proving once more that I’ve been obsessively into him for so much longer than I cared to admit.

“You’ve been drawing me the whole time… haven’t you?” he whispers, blinking shimmery eyes at me.

“Kind of…” I murmur, and he grins. I love seeing it so much that I sigh, “Okay, yes. I’ve been in love with you for a while… clearly.”

Kyran pouts and throws his arms around my shoulders, draping himself on me. And like the only real instinct I’ve ever had, my arms circle his waist, and I hold him.

“I’m sorry for all the time I wasted being scared,” he whispers.

I shake my head. “Don’t ever apologize for that. You’re worth all the time in the world, baby. I would’ve waited years for you.”

He kisses my cheek, then my neck, breathing softly as he asks, “Can I keep the pictures?”

I chuckle. “I can do better ones for you…”

“I like those.”

And his words give me an idea.

Pulling back, I cup his jaw in my hand. “Let’s go get cleaned up, baby. I have something to show you.”

Kyran Harbor is “in a relationship” with Avi Vega