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Miles

A CREAKING door woke him up, and when he’d rubbed his eyes and sat up, he realized he was still in the room he’d shared with Kaz for the night.

Shit. He snapped his head up when he heard soft footsteps and nearly swallowed his tongue when he found Kaz walking toward the bed in a pair of black shorts and a T-shirt.

He had that mischievous smile on his lips and something entirely too enticing swirling in those gray eyes of his.

He may or may not have been drooling when Kaz crawled onto the bed and swung a leg across Miles’s thighs to slide into his lap.

“Morning,” Kaz said in a singsong voice.

Miles frowned at him.

“What did you do?”

Kaz’s smile turned almost wicked.

“I just ensured that we get to continue this fuck-fest.”

He blinked at Kaz.

“You what? ”

The blanket had fallen down to his hips so when Kaz put his hands on his chest, he sucked in a breath at the heat and, fuck, those god damned tingles were back. Why did Kaz, of all people, get him turned on in seconds?

His hands found Kaz’s thighs, fingers digging into the firm muscle there.

“You’re staying the next week,” Kaz said, lowering his head to put his lips to the underside of Miles’s jaw.

“What?” he asked on a shaky breath, eyes rolling into the back of his head when Kaz’s lips found that spot behind his ear.

“I told your dad you agreed to stay here with me since you’d be all alone otherwise.”

He almost got lost in Kaz’s touch and kisses until he realized what Kaz had said. He put a hand on Kaz’s chest to push him back so he could see his face.

He frowned at Kaz. “How did you know I’d be alone?”

Kaz gave him a wry smile and said, “Emma told me.”

Miles dropped his head back with a groan, then muttered, “Fucking Emma.”

Kaz hummed. “You really complaining, Baby?”

It felt like a jolt of electricity went through him at that word. Holy crap. Yeah, no. He wouldn’t be complaining. At all.

He grabbed Kaz by the hips and jerked him closer while he thrust up against him. Even with the blanket and Kaz’s shorts between them, he could feel Kaz’s erection against him, and it turned him the fuck on.

Kaz dropped his head back on a throaty moan, exposing that enticing throat of his .

Ah, fuck. Why did Kaz have to look so fucking good? It was so fucking unfair. He hated how much he wanted Kaz. How much he enjoyed Kaz. Or, at least, he knew he should hate it.

A hand slipped between them and disappeared under the blanket. Fingers wrapped around his hardening cock and the groan that spilled from his lips had Kaz chuckling.

“ Shhh .” Kaz put a finger on Miles’s lips. “We have to be quiet.”

Fuck that. They’d see just how loud he could make Kaz.

He rolled Kaz under him, settling between his thighs.

Fuck, Kaz drove him mad. Especially when he wore that signature smirk because it was so fucking obvious what it did to him and Kaz enjoyed burrowing under his skin more than anything.

He ran his hands up Kaz’s sides, enjoying the goosebumps following where he touched. A breathy groan escaped Kaz’s lips, and the sound set his whole body on fucking fire.

“Fuck quiet,” he muttered and surged down to claim Kaz’s mouth in a hard kiss, teeth and tongues clashing in a heated attempt to take control.

Kaz went pliant under him and just as he reached up to trail his fingers over Kaz’s neck, over those enticing tattoos, Kaz flipped them over so fast he lost his breath when his back hit the mattress.

Kaz gave him a wicked smile, then turned around and placed a knee on either side of Miles’s chest. His mouth dried out at the sight before him.

Kaz’s ass was a fucking masterpiece. He grabbed a handful of each cheek and dragged Kaz’s ass down toward his face only to still with a groan when heat enveloped his cock, Kaz’s lips wrapping around him.

Concentrating was hard when Kaz was clearly attempting to suck his brains right out of his cock. Fuck, he was good at that. He might’ve said that out loud because Kaz pulled off his cock with a low chuckle.

“As much as I’m enjoying this,” Kaz said, his husky voice sending shivers through Miles. “I would prefer you fuck me. So, get to it.”

Miles cursed and grabbed Kaz’s ass cheeks harder, Kaz’s gasp turning into a moan when he put his mouth on him. He licked inside Kaz, quickly adding a finger because he wanted that, too. As much as he loved Kaz’s lips around his cock, he wanted to fuck him. He wanted Kaz screaming his name.

Kaz sucked Miles’s cock back into his mouth and because he knew he should hate how good it felt, he dug his teeth into Kaz’s cheek to punish him.

Kaz choked on his cock only to recover a second later to suck harder and faster. Miles cursed under his breath and unceremoniously added another finger, driving them deep and hard into Kaz who clenched tight around him.

He sucked a ball into his mouth, his fingers working Kaz’s hole as fast as he could.

Kaz pushed back on his fingers, the sight making his cock leak and when Kaz moaned around him, he felt himself near that brink and pulled back.

He placed a light slap on Kaz’s ass, just enough to get the man to pull off his cock.

“Lie down,” he demanded in a rough voice.

He sat up when Kaz shifted off him and watched the man with need thrumming in his veins.

He wanted Kaz. He wanted Kaz more than he’d ever wanted anyone else.

Just what they’d done up to now made everything he’d done with others pale in comparison, and he had a feeling it was only going to get better.

Kaz lay back, knees bent and his feet on the mattress, leaving Miles with a view he was loath to look away from. Kaz wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking languidly and Miles had to bite back a possessive curse.

He grabbed a condom packet off the nightstand and had it open and the condom rolled down his aching hard length in seconds. He needed inside Kaz. He needed to feel Kaz wrapped around him.

Kaz folded his arms behind his head and looked up at Miles with a teasing gleam in his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.

Miles settled between his legs, hands running up his thighs to spread them wider.

He had a good view of Kaz’s thick cock, and he took his time to look his fill because it was still a mystery to him how he of all people got Kaz that hard.

He reached down to run his fingertips across Kaz’s lightly flushed skin, lips twitching as Kaz’s abs contracted under his touch, a curse falling from Kaz’s lips.

“Just fuck me already,” Kaz snapped.

Miles chuckled as he leaned over Kaz, bringing their mouths within inches of each other .

“Say please,” he purred.

Kaz blinked at him, his eyes the color of a dark storm.

“Please.”

His heart skipped a beat. Fuck.

He held his cock against Kaz’s hole and looked up. He held that dark gaze as he slid inside him slowly. Legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him in faster, and they both groaned as he filled Kaz.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

The words had no business leaving his mouth, and yet there was no stopping them.

Just as there was no stopping the gasps and curses as he thrust into Kaz, driving his cock deep inside someone he should hate.

He set a punishing rhythm for that reason alone, and from how Kaz writhed under him, gray eyes dark with lust, he wasn’t about to complain.

He slammed his mouth over Kaz’s, biting at his bottom lip. Kaz’s groans filled the room and fuck if he didn’t revel in it, especially when Kaz moaned his name. He couldn’t get enough of that. As much as he enjoyed Kaz begging for him, there was something carnal about Kaz screaming his name.

Fucking Kaz was beyond anything he could’ve imagined.

He didn’t know what it was about Kaz, but he brought out a side of him he hadn’t even known existed.

Kaz turned him the fuck on, but he also made him want to take all his frustrations out on him.

Some possessive part of him wanted to fucking own Kaz.

He wrapped his fingers around Kaz’s throat and earned himself a deep moan as Kaz arched into his touch.

Kaz was hot and sweaty against him, his body soft and pliant under him.

He’d never thought Kaz would ever surrender to him.

He’d never thought he’d get to experience Kaz in the throes of pleasure.

He was enjoying it a whole lot more than he’d ever thought he would.

Voices filtered in from the hallway, and he cut Kaz’s moan off with a squeeze of his fingers, the vein on the side of Kaz’s neck throbbing against his hand. He didn’t slow his thrusts, slamming hard into Kaz who rocked against him eagerly.

In that moment, he almost wanted them to hear Kaz yelling his name. He wanted everyone to know that he’d brought Kaz Tailler to his damned knees. That he made Kaz Tailler beg and moan.

Kaz came all over himself and gasped out Miles’s name with such reverence that he could do nothing but follow him right over the edge into oblivious pleasure.

He gasped for breath, pressing his face into the crook of Kaz’s neck, the smell of Kaz’s citrus cologne and something pure sex filling his nose.

“Fuck,” he whispered, drawing in a deep breath of Kaz’s scent, unsure if he hated how much he liked it.

He stayed there for a moment, trying to catch his breath, before he pulled back.

Kaz looked up at him with a blissful expression on his face and a softness in his eyes he hadn’t seen before.

It made something warm spread through his chest, and he wasn’t sure he liked that feeling.

Or, at least, he wasn’t sure he was supposed to like it.