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Kaz

HE WANTED Miles so much he could barely breathe. Barely think. That kiss felt like diving headfirst into an addiction. Now, Miles was staring at his lips, the hand around his throat squeezing lightly. He needed more. So much more. And he knew just how to get it.

“You just gonna look at me all day, or are you gonna do something ‘bout it, Miley?”

Miles’s golden eyes snapped up, that intense gaze making his breath catch.

“You keep calling me a girl’s name like you think it means you’ll be the one fucking me,” Miles said, voice all low and growly and so fucking sexy.

Fuck.

He wanted that. He wanted Miles to push his face into a mattress and fuck him until he forgot his name. Until all he could think about was Miles. Until all he could feel was Miles’s hands on him. Miles’s mouth on him. Miles’s cock inside him.

“Please,” he croaked out, heat rushing through him as Miles’s pupils widened, nothing but dark need staring back at him .

Miles finally put his lips back on Kaz’s, and the world stopped existing. The kiss wasn’t slow and exploratory. It was punishing and rough, teeth digging into his lip before that wicked tongue took control of his mouth.

Miles wanted to fuck him up and he couldn’t wait.

He threaded his fingers through Miles’s hair, groaning when Miles pressed their hips together. Miles was deliciously hard against him, and from what he could feel, he knew he was about to have a very good time.

Miles’s lips disappeared, and Kaz’s eyes shot open, the sight in front of him making his pulse spike.

Miles’s skin was flushed, lust shining in those amber eyes.

He’d wanted to see that for years. He might not have admitted as much to himself before today, but he’d always wanted that.

He’d wanted Miles’s attention desperately since the day they met, and now that he had it? Holy. Fuck.

“Bed,” he forced out, his voice thick with lust.

Miles took a step back, and Kaz didn’t waste a second, grabbing Miles’s hand to tug him down the hallway toward his room. He pulled Miles through the door and closed it behind them, turning the lock.

Arms wrapped around him, hands trailing up under his shirt as lips found the side of his neck.

He tilted his head to the side with a barely audible curse and let Miles pull him back against his chest. He felt Miles’s erection press against his ass and groaned.

Just the thought of Miles fucking him was about to short-circuit his brain.

Knowing it was about to happen? He feared he might come in his pants .

Teeth dug into his shoulder right over the tattoo there, and he shivered, a moan ripping from deep in his throat.

He turned in Miles’s arms, hands grasping the man’s hips as he walked him backward. Miles’s lips found his, and the few steps to the bed didn’t provide enough time to explore as much as he wanted to. He could’ve kissed Miles for hours, but he wanted more than a kiss. Much more.

He pushed Miles to make him sit on the edge of the bed, then stepped back, grinning down at the man as he started to undress.

He took his cut off and hung it over the back of the desk chair in the corner, then stepped back in front of Miles.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up ever so slowly, and was rewarded with Miles’s deep groan.

Miles put his hands behind him on the bed, eyes dark with lust as he watched Kaz.

He was drinking in the sight of Kaz’s chest as well as the tattoos covering his arms. He’d seen Miles admiring them before.

Had seen the blush spreading in Miles’s cheeks when he’d been caught staring.

There was no embarrassment now. Only desire.

He popped open the button on his jeans, eyes on Miles as he pulled down the zipper. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and boxers, tugging them down over his hips and freeing his aching cock.

Miles didn’t make any sounds, but his chest rose more rapidly, his hands fisting the sheets. He was close to snapping, and fuck if he didn’t love it when he made Miles snap. Seeing Mr. Poised and Proper lose control was always satisfying as all hell .

He toed off his boots and pushed his jeans down his legs so he could step out of them and then, with a heated look at Miles, he wrapped a hand around his hard length.

Miles was off the bed in a second, one hand grasping the back of Kaz’s neck as he slammed their mouths together, the other hand wrapping around Kaz’s cock, knocking his own away.

He hissed into Miles’s mouth, the feeling of the man’s hand on him overwhelming and yet, somehow not enough at the same time. Miles wasn’t gentle as he stroked his cock but fuck if he didn’t love every second of it.

He tugged on Miles’s shirt, needing it off. Needing it all off. He’d waited for years to see Miles like this. To see all of him. He was done waiting.

Miles’s hands released him, lips tearing away from his.

He might’ve protested had he not opened his eyes to the mouthwatering sight of a shirtless Miles.

His hand was instantly on his cock, squeezing the base to keep from embarrassing himself.

Miles definitely worked out. He was still leaner than him, but the abs… he wanted to lick those abs.

Miles backed toward the bed, pulling Kaz with him.

When he sat down, Kaz climbed into his lap, arms wrapping around the back of Miles’s neck.

Hands found his ass, fingers digging into his cheeks.

He rolled his hips and groaned, his head falling back as his eyes shut, loving the feeling of Miles against him.

“Kiss me,” he ordered, a thrill running through him when Miles didn’t hesitate to claim his mouth. Miles’s kiss was raw and rough, his tongue working Kaz’s hard. Miles was making it clear he was in charge, and for some inexplicable reason, he liked it. He liked it a whole hell of a lot.

A finger sliding between his cheeks to press against his hole had him groaning and tearing his mouth away to stare down at Miles.

“You want that?” Miles asked, voice dripping with lust.

Fuck, yeah, he wanted that. He’d never wanted anything more.

He wanted Miles to fuck him like there was no tomorrow. He wanted Miles to wear him out so good he’d barely be able to walk after. He wanted to forget his name. He wanted to forget everything except Miles.

“Yes,” he breathed.

Miles turned them so Kaz was on his back on the bed, looking up at him. He was smiling smugly right until Miles lowered his head and wrapped his lips around his nipple, teeth dragging over it.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed, head dropping back on the bed.

Miles’s mouth moved lower, tongue darting out to lick at the junction between his thigh and torso. He sucked in a breath, then cursed when Miles went past his painfully hard length to kiss a path up his thigh.

“Fucker,” he breathed, doing his best to glare at Miles but failing miserably.

Miles looked up, amber eyes shining with a depravity he could only be proud to have brought out of him.

Lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and he thought he might’ve died and gone to heaven. Holy shit that felt amazing. The heat. The suction. The way his cock looked between Miles’s stretched lips. Fuck.

Miles took him to the back of his throat and swallowed, forcing a low cry out of him. He’d never need porn again if he had a video of that. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. The fact that Miles knew what he was doing was such a fucking turn-on.

Miles pulled off him, staring down at him with a desperate need flashing through his eyes that he felt right into his soul. He wanted more. So much more. He needed Miles to fuck him. He needed it like he needed air.

“Lube?” Miles asked.

Kaz sucked in a breath before rolling over and rising to his hands and knees so he could crawl across the bed to the nightstand where he kept his supplies.

He didn’t make it far before a slap to his ass had him dropping to his elbows with a moan, his back arching and his ass in the air.

Hands grabbed his cheeks, kneading and spreading them.

He heard Miles spit, and then he felt something wet sliding down his crack.

A finger followed, rubbing his wet hole before pushing inside.

“Fuck, yes,” he said between panting breaths, pushing back against Miles and taking his finger deeper.

“Fuck,” Miles groaned, the sound so deep and guttural it sent a fresh wave of lust rushing through Kaz, his cock growing impossibly harder.

Miles pumped his finger in and out of Kaz a few times before adding another. Kaz grabbed handfuls of the sheet, holding on for dear life as Miles spread him wide, every wanton sound Miles made leaving him teetering on the edge he didn’t want to fall over yet.

The fingers disappeared, and he groaned at the sting across his left cheek when Miles slapped it again.

“Get the lube,” Miles ordered.

He somehow made it to the nightstand and grabbed both lube and condoms, throwing both toward Miles.

He pressed his lips together to keep from laughing when the bottle of lube nearly hit Miles in the head.

Miles glared at him, and he figured he shouldn’t tell him it only turned him on because then Miles might never look at him like that again just to punish him.

He was such a fucking masochist when it came to Miles.

It was nothing new, though he realized that this was what he’d wanted all along.

He pushed Miles until he put his hands on him every fucking time he saw him.

He’d wanted Miles all this time. Now he had him.

It was the most thrilling thought he’d ever had, and he felt a rush of desire so staggering he nearly forgot to breathe.

He made his way back across the bed to Miles and kissed that glare away, hands trailing up the man’s chest. Knowing it was Miles’s lips on his, Miles’s heated skin under his hands, was as exhilarating as riding his bike, if not more. He knew what would definitely be more exhilarating.