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My heart beats wildly inside my chest, every one of my nerve endings feeling alive and wired in the most unfamiliar way.

But as my mouth explores his body and tastes his skin, I feel as if my only purpose in life is to be here, right now, with him.

As if the life I lived before Noah ceases to exist, and everything else will be referred to as after.

The anger and confusion I felt when I saw him in my home today was something I'm hoping never to allow myself again.

The thought of him leaving me after sex again combined with how recklessly he acted about the weather made me act so out of character that I didn't recognize myself in those moments of frustration.

How could those nasty words leave my mouth when he was so insecure about his worth?

I should have known better. I know better now.

And I know that I can't hold myself back anymore.

I'll make it right. And I'll make him feel cherished.

On our way to the bedroom he was trying to bait me. And on any other night this week I would've caved in. It was the dynamic we had settled into, one we both enjoyed thoroughly. But it's already been established that nothing about us is ever going to be predictable.

Letting his leg go, I move up the length of his lean body, mapping each rib with my mouth and running my tongue over one tight, dark nipple, giving it a quick bite before moving on to the other.

Pressing my free hand to his heart and feeling it pounding out the same frantic rhythm as my own, I'm comforted to know that I'm not alone in this.

I back into a kneeling position between Noah's thighs, gripping my dick at the base.

He was keeping his hole smooth which was not something I usually encountered with other men.

I never knew I would like it so much. The way the wrinkly skin feels under my touch, how it smooths out and tightens around my length when I'm inside of him.

How it's always hungry for more. So sensitive and so pink and pretty.

That's why I want to tease him by worshipping that hole.

I want in, but not like before when I couldn't wait to be buried inside of him, rushing through it, slamming in. I want to take my time.

I drag my foreskin along his hole slowly, somehow managing not to get fully hard yet.

I tease, and just watch how his body responds to the lightest of my touches.

For a few seconds I do just that, slide my cock head up and down his entrance, and watch as it winks at me, wanting me to breach him.

Finally I'm fully hard and a bead of my precum falls on his entrance.

"Oh god. Just the tip, Dylan, please," he moans, long and delicious, arching into the touch. "Put it in me, come on."

"Not yet."

I pump myself in short, light strokes.

"Please, I need it..."

And I oblige him, just this once. I push into him, just the tip–the tight ring loosens and his hole makes room for me.

I want there to be a time when he will be so thoroughly fucked by my dick that it is so easy to breach, that I won't need lube anymore.

All these fantasies play out in my mind over and over, like I'd have all the time in the world with him to explore everything we like.

We don't have time. At least not as much as I would like.

And because of that I want tonight to be special.

"Dylan...ah, yeah, just..." He looks picture perfect with his head thrown back and hand dutifully stroking up and down his dick.

His legs are spread wide, bent at the knees and feet flat on my thighs, every part of him calling to me.

Inviting me in. His eyes lock with mine as I squeeze lube onto one hand and use the other to take over stroking him.

My movements are slow and leisurely, each stroke, caress of hand is methodical. Like he's not on the edge of a cliff, desperate to fall. I slip two fingers inside him and feel his loud groan right down to my dick.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this. I want you to come for me," I work him over with my fingers and hand in tandem, moving in and out and up and down.

"Oh fuck..." his hole tightened deliciously around my fingers. "I'm so close, but... ah..."

I know what he wants to ask, but I'll show him how good it can be. He doesn't know that sex isn't just a dick in a hole, it can be so much more and so much more intimate and intense when you let your imagination run and when you have someone who you can trust with your pleasure.

I move just a bit faster and deeper, hitting all the right spots, wanting to bring him to the edge.

"Fuck, I'm coming," he shouts, his whole body tensing as it arches off the bed, cum coating my hand and his stomach, his ass pulsating around my fingers.

In a quick movement, I release my hold on his dick and slip my fingers from his ass.

He whimpers at the loss, his body still coming down from the high of his climax.

I collect the remains of his release off his stomach and coat my fingers.

Bringing them to his hole and pushing as much of it as I can into him, I curl and pump my fingers inside him.

"I dream about this sometimes," the aftermath of his pleasure leaves him panting. "To have you full of cum. Just for me."

"I want that," Noah runs his finger over his rim, touching where I'm inside of him. "Fuck, the things you do to me..."

Pulling my fingers free, I line myself up with his entrance, gliding the head of my cock up and down his taint before sliding past the rim. Between the lube and cum, I slip right in to the hilt, his body sucking me in with ease. We're the perfect fit, like the last two missing pieces in a puzzle.

He wraps his arms around me, as I drop my forehead to his and start slowly sinking into him. This is the first time we're doing this face to face, and the sight of him is breathtaking. I could have every single inch of him plastered to my body, and I'd still ache to have him closer.

"You feel so fucking good," I brush my nose against his, and I swear his whole body trembles.

"I love the way your body surrenders to me.

You make me feel like the king of the world.

If I could I would take away every bad memory you have and replace them with something good.

" Noah gasps and his hold tightens on me.

"Oh god, you're so deep," he pants, the words are thick on his tongue, heavy with want.

I ground my hips forward gently, focusing on his pleasure.

Over and over again. I pull out, then push back in, pull all the way out, leave his hole gaping then push back again until I'm pressed to the hilt.

I build a steady rhythm until my whole awareness, whole everything is focused on being connected, as one, together.

Noah whimpers when I change the angle and start hitting his prostate relentlessly, the drag burning and precise.

I feel his cock begin to harden between us and everything seems to speed up.His fingers dig into my back, my ass, everywhere he can reach like he was looking for something to hold on to. Something to grasp.

My hips move faster, and there is just the barest of friction against his cock where it was trapped between his thighs and his stomach. Just enough to get him there.

I kiss him, and it gets messy and desperate. He sucks on my tongue as I relentlessly pound into him, feeling feral and unhinged as he takes me so beautifully. "That's right, you're doing so well," I murmur against his mouth.

"Gonna...," Noah keens, "Gonna come, Dylan, almost, almost..." I wrap my hand around his cock, tugging once twice and then he's coming. Blissfully, powerfully.

"Oh yeah, that's it..." My hips are snapping forward faster now as I'm mesmerised by the image of all that cum spurting out of his dick. "Shit, you're gonna make me come so deep inside of you."

Tight pressure pools in my groin as I can feel Noah squeezing his rim around me as he comes. I moan at the intensity. One more broken sob and Noah's body seizes around me, hips spasming.

"Fuck, I'm there baby, I'm coming..." My hips jerk as well and I groan in his ear as I spill inside of him. All I can feel is my Noah. The heat of him, of me, like we briefly became one person. My grip on him turns near bruising as I hold him in place, pressing as deeply as I can.

We are both still slowly moving, chasing our pleasure, breathing in tandem, not wanting it to never end. My hips finally stop and my hand on Noah's cock stop, and my head falls into his neck, my breathing rugged in his ear.

I move to pull out but I feel Noah's hands on my ass, holding me in place. "Please, don't go... not yet. Just..." He still didn't catch his breath. I lift my head, and look at him. Desire and raw need still shadowed the green of his eyes, but there is something else there I don't have a name for.

Devotion, pure and simple. I just know it is running under his skin as much as it is under mine. It feels like this today has finally bound the frayed edges of us together and I never want us to part again. Then I notice his eyes red from tears.

"What's wrong?"

"I need to have you inside of me. Just for a little while longer." Noah's words are slow, the orgasm rendering him dumb still. I look at him, thumbing the tears away.

"I can't explain it, but the thought of you leaving now is making me feel so lost, and..."

"Hey..." He whimpers when my flaccid dick slips out, but I quickly shove two of my fingers instead. "I got you, I got you baby. Anything you need, I'll give you."

I fall on my side next to him, and tug the comforter down.

Noah is boneless as I pull the blankets out from under him.

He makes a sleepy sound and presses himself to my chest. I'd never been one to enjoy a bed partner clinging to me while they slept, but he fits against me. Like his body is made for me.

I manage to turn off the bedside lamp, then position his head on my chest. My finger slides back in and he sighs, already falling asleep carrying me off to sleep with him.

At some point in the night I feel warm fingers on my waist, and even warmer breath feathering tingling kisses from my navel down to the root of my exposed cock.

My breath catches, when he drags his teeth over my hip bone. I want to see what he's doing but at the same time all my other senses are heightened and my skin feels hot and tingly everywhere he touches.

"Noah..." I whisper still half asleep and unable to form proper sentences.

"Can I have you in my mouth for a little while please?" He says softly. His breath is on my soft dick and I sigh, reaching out my hand to touch him.

"Whatever you need," I murmur in the darkness, letting him suck me into his mouth.

I run my fingers through his soft hair. I can feel how much he likes this, how much he wants to be good for me, how it seems to give him a sort of peace.

With his cheek against my thigh, just keeping me in his mouth, sometimes sucking, sometimes not, like he wouldn't be content if he didn't have me inside him.

He needs care, needs to feel wanted and comforted and something about me does that for him.

After some time, I drifted back to sleep only to wake up again when Noah came back to my embrace, nuzzling his face into my neck and wrapping himself around me.

I lay there a very long time, holding him and petting his hair. Every so often, he takes a deep breath and he sighs against my neck.

I count his heartbeats.

I trace the shell of his ear.

I carefully arrange strands of his hair, not caring it is hopeless to make sense of the mess.