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As soon as I close the door behind us, we both start throwing jackets and scarves as we go through the house. He turns into my living room before I do, and I slow my pace, stalk him unhurriedly, my skin prickling as I go. Noah has gotten his boots off and is standing beside the sofa.

"What are you going to do to me?" He takes one step backwards, the backs of his legs hitting the arm of the sofa. My steps are measured as I approach him. I don't answer him, not yet. I want to see him shiver with anticipation. He's been teasing me long enough and now it's my turn.

I am close to touch now, and my breathing is ragged, my mind so full of my desire for him that one second I am opening his pants and the next they are off, underwear too and I don't even remember doing it.

I couldn't see much of him that time in my trailer office but now I'm gonna take my time with him.

My clothes come off next, me ripping and tugging at them until they join Noah's on the floor. He's surprised to see me go around him and sit down on the sofa.

"Come here," I instruct him to stand between my spread knees so his groin is level with my face.

His pretty cock is swollen and pink, the head redder than the rest and leaking with his need for me.

His size is perfect, big and thick. "I want to taste you so much. Lick you all over. Will you let me?"

Noah snorts, "Suddenly so polite when you're not in your hard hat."

My hand reaches behind him to squeeze his ass. "Fuck." His body jerks with the squeeze and he shudders.

"Is that what turns you on? You want me to boss you around in bed?"

"Agh.. I don't know. No? Just..." He flushes and shifts closer, as my both palms cup his asscheeks.

"Just what?" I narrow my eyes on him. "Just wanna be fucked hard, am I right? No, you don't want it. You need it."

"Fuck." He pants. "Yeah, that. So much that."

"I can do that," I say in a low rasp, smoothing my thumbs over his hip bones ."But I'll always ask to make sure you're okay with something." I bite lightly at the spot where his hip bone is protruding from his skin. "Even though I don't know how the hell I am holding back now."

"I don't mind... Don't hold back. Whatever you want. Just... " he says utterly and completely wrecked as he trembles and pushes his hips forward, wanting me to touch him there. "I'll tell you if I don't like something. I promise, Dylan. Just please do something, now."

I chuckle deeply at his rushed words then I lick at his head and he sighs in relief or in more frustration. Yes, I can fuck him hard but I'm going to look and touch and lick first.

Having him here, in front of me in my home is everything.

His body is a work of art and he smells like spring flowers, and I want to learn every inch of his body now that I have the chance.

I kiss his belly, just under his belly button and work my way down, pinning his cock to his stomach, nuzzling my face there, inhaling the musky scent of him, until my nose is burrowed into his balls.

"Shit, Dylan."

I lick his sack next, tasting the soft skin there while my fingers sneak behind his balls and slide between his cheeks. Finally breaking away from kissing his body, I look up to search his dark, hungry gaze. "Turn around and spread yourself for me."

He seems surprised and a bit unsure about my request at first but turns around.

His pink hole is right there, waiting for my tongue so I bury my face in his ass, licking at it.

He tastes so sweet and mine, all this feeling and need going straight to my head and melting my brain.

He's not mine, not really but I can pretend.

One hand on each cheek, he holds himself open for me while I devour.

Stiffening my tongue I push inside of him, fucking him with it.

Noah moans, says my name, says something else I can't understand, mumbling words I can't make out.

I tease his rim with my thumb and admire his smooth skin and how it slowly softens for me. Straining to hold myself back, I don't push inside just bring my other thumb and spread his hole a little more and lick again. Eating him out might just be my new favorite thing in the world.

"Please..." he begs and hearing him when he is like that, open and needy, it makes me feel like he belongs to me. So I say the closest thing that will ever come to that.

"This is mine," I don't recognize my voice as I speak against his hole, in between gentle licks and slow kisses. "Mine to fuck whenever I please. Understand?"

"Mmhgm..Y-Yes, yes."

"Nobody else touches you but me." I grit out, bite down on his ass cheek, earning me a cute little grunt. Then I soothe the bite with a gentle kiss.

"Fuck...Just you, I want that. I want just you..."

I take a deep breath after hearing those words and stand up but Noah surprises me when he twists around clutching my skull in both of his palms, smashing his mouth against mine, groaning deeply into my mouth.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a second," I tell him when I finally come for air then I'm running off quickly to my bathroom to get the lube and condoms. When I come back he's rummaging through his jeans on the floor, pulls out his phone and shoves it in my hands.

"Those are my test results. All negative. Paul took me to see the doctor when I came here."

At first I'm confused about why is he saying all that.

"If you want that too?" He adds timidly when I don't say anything.

He wants me to fuck him raw. Christ, he is going to be the death of me. I've only ever done that with Tom. Since then condoms were a must because doing it without meant that there was some sort of commitment between the partners, trust. It meant that you won't be fucking other people anytime soon.

"I want to," I pause meaningfully. "But I haven't been tested in years. I only had sex with one other man without a condom and we've been in a relationship for four years. After that I rarely had sex. And when I did I was always being safe."

There's a surprise on his face at my admission. I didn't expect to share so much information but I had to be honest with him about this. It's important if we're doing this.

"That's fine with me. So, you're on board?"

I walk towards him and drop lube and condoms on the coffee table.

With his hair a dark, tousled mess, his lips swollen and slick from our kissing he looks wrecked already.

"I am completely certain I don't have any STIs but I can get tested for you, if you want to be sure.

" I cup his cheek and run my thumb over his bottom lip, "There's no rush, Noah. "

"I trust you," he searches my face with an unreadable look. "You're Dylan McKenna, the most reasonable guy I ever met." He smiles and reaches for my hand, dragging me tight against him. I can feel his hardness against my stomach, and I cup his ass, getting so close to him that his lips touch mine.

"You'd never put me in danger, I know that." My mind goes back to all the conversations we had, and him saying this to me, after everything he's been through, makes my heart pound in my chest.

"Noah?" My rough voice makes his eyelids flutter, like he's hypnotised.

"I'm serious about this. Especially if we're ditching condoms." Part of my request is because I can't trust anyone else to treat him right, at least not any of the guys he would meet in that seedy bar.

Noah is a very sex-positive, open-minded guy which in the wrong hands can be very dangerous.

The other part is entirely me being selfish.

"Ok."

That simple ok sounds so sure and definite like he doesn't know what it means to me to have permission to be the only man who fucks him, to fill him with my cum.

Then he turns around, kneels on the cushion with his forearms resting on the back of the sofa.

I let my gaze trail all over his body and I can't believe I ever fooled myself into believing this was going to be casual.

My mouth dries at the sight of him—all that smooth skin over curved muscle.

His tattoos that spread over his shoulder and his arm.

His ass curved so deliciously. I slide my hand down his back, tracing the bumps of his spine and he turns around to look at me as he wets his lips.

I cradle his face in my palm, nudging his nose with mine, and seek out his lips once more before slicking up my cock with lube, then slowly sliding one finger inside.

He's tight but easily lets me in, his hole eager to be filled with something since I teased it with my tongue.

"Ok?" I ask and he nods, thrusting his hips to adjust to the finger. I slide a second finger inside.

"Dylan..." He moans.

"Yes?"

"Come on. You don't have to go easy on me."

"Tell me." I lay against his back, feeling him hot against me.

He nods frantically, searching for words. "I want it..." He groans and I grasp his waist, fist my hard length at the root and breach his entrance, but I don't go any farther.

"Tell me," I whisper, licking behind his ear as a shudder stirs his body.

"Please. Fuck me," he begs with a strained voice and I push into him in one swift thrust. We both cry out, and then I cease to exist except where we are joined.

Buried to the hilt I stay still so he can adjust to my size, and while the last thing I want to do is hurt him, I can't help but feel like my control is slipping.

"Again," he orders me again, hands fisting in the cushion. I pull out to the tip, then snap my hips forward again, over and over and over, taking him hard. There's nothing nice about the way I fuck him, I want him to feel me there tomorrow when he's working.

Noah arches his back to meet me, guttural sounds pushing past his lips as his ass makes greedy pulls on my dick.

He is so tight around me, like his body is made for mine, so I lose myself to the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of our rough breathing, strangled cries in this form of heaven we made together.

Need burns beneath my skin. I want my dick inside him all night. Want to fill him with my cum and watch it spill out of him, then fuck it back in again. "Is this how you like it?" I say close to his ear again, Noah's body pliant beneath mine.

"Oh God, right there. I love it."

My head spins, or maybe it is the room. Maybe the world had stopped spinning, and we were the only two people left in it.

I don't slow down on him, hammering that spot inside him with hard, fast snaps of my hips until Noah's hole tightens around my cock.

It is all I need, his orgasm coaxing my own out as lights and colors flash behind my eyelids, my teeth clenching before I suck the skin at his shoulder into my mouth and come inside of him, filling him with my cum.

I collapse on top of him, breathing hard like I just ran a marathon. We lay there, catching our breath, my dick twitching and still pumping my release inside him. Finally when I begin to soften, I pull out, lying on my side and pulling him into my arms.

"Are you ok?" I whisper into his hair.

"Ok? That was..."

"Too hard?" I ask, slipping my fingers between his ass cheeks.

"Perfect."

I smile and push my fingers inside him, feeling my release there, hot and thick and right where it belonged. He blinks dazedly, his hand splays across my back, and only then I register the sting from his nails being embedded in my skin.

Seconds, minutes or hours pass before one of us speaks. Getting up is the last thing I want, but I know I want to take care of him, want to make sure he knew he is more than just a good fuck to me, even if I can't give him those words right that moment.

"Come." He nods, lets me take his hand and lead him to the bathroom. I busy myself with starting the shower, and when I turn around I see him at the sink with his back to me. He's bent over the sink, drinking water from the tap, clearly too thirsty.

"Wait, I can bring you a glass-" but I stop in my tracks when he lifts his head, looking at me in the reflection of the mirror, the water droplets running down his chin and gives me the sweetest smile, those dimples making an appearance.

"No need, I'm good," he says casually but my gaze involuntarily drops to his ass.

And fuck... The image of my cum trickling down the inside of his thighs is making my body thrum with possessiveness I didn't know I could feel.

He seems to feel it in that moment too, and instantly tries to stop it with his hand.

"Fuck, there's a lot. I should clean up. .."

He must see something in my eyes and then the look that he aims at me through his messed up hair is hooded, desperate.

His smooth, hard chest rises and falls with heavy breathing in the silent bathroom.

My mouth waters as I take a washcloth and stop right behind him, where he's still bent over the counter.

It seems we don't dare to speak to not break this spell we both found ourselves under.

My body is still buzzing from the post-orgasmic bliss but this, now is a new kind of buzz, and he feels it too.

We both know what we did, what this means.

He let me into his body like I was always meant to be there and now the evidence of it is right there, leaking out of him.

I just have to look. Be sure. Maybe make some of it stay inside a bit longer.

I am sick for thinking this way, not knowing this primal part of me existed or why it's showing now.

It's him–he's reducing me to my baser instincts, an animal in heat whose only goal is to rut. There's no room for shame.

A level of trust and understanding flows unsaid between us as I kneel behind him, ready to clean him up with that washcloth but I end up just staring. His rim is red and just a bit puffy. I can't help it, I kiss it, getting my own cum on my lips before hearing Noah moan.

"Do it again," he whispers breathlessly and bends a bit more, pushing more.

Jesus, how are our minds so alike? He's asshole twitches and more of my cum seeps out of him.

I'm transfixed by the image in front of me.

I lick it all up before I stand up and turn him so we are facing each other.

My heart bangs against my chest, blood rushing through my ears as I lean in.

"That was so fucking hot. I love your tongue on me," Noah's breathing seems to quicken, and I can feel his dick getting hard again against my thigh. He wasn't wrong about his recovery time.

"Open," my lips brush his as I mutter that one word, and he does it.

I flick my tongue into his mouth and nearly go weak in the knees.

This... all this, I want it, so much. I push my tongue into his mouth again and his dances with mine, kissing and sucking my tongue, licking and tasting.

I am getting drunk off him, becoming addicted to him, with my hands on his hips, fingers pressing into his skin as I kiss and kiss and kiss, never wanting this moment to end.

Is this what kissing is like for everyone? I don't think so. It hadn't been for me all those years ago, nothing between Noah and me is like it was between Tom or anyone else.

I don't stop kissing him as I walk him into the shower, and go inside with him.

I kiss him as I slowly soap up his body.

I kiss him with water rivulets running down his face, eyelashes glistening.

The silence between us is loud, and the gravity of what we're doing is even louder.

And when I finish cleaning his body and I turn the water off, with my hand on his cheek, I continue to kiss and kiss and kiss.