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“But I don’t think...” I inhale. “This is already...”

He grins. “Already a lot for you? Don’t worry, we spread out education. I don’t want your brain to explode.”

“My brain wouldn’t—”

He raises an eyebrow, then moves his finger against my hole. Yeah, he’s right. Maybe my brain would explode. Because even though I know this is a big part of sex... Somehow, I didn’t think it would feel so good. The times I kissed guys who weren’t Dmitri didn’t feel so amazing, and I sort of always put sex into a box that some people are crazy about and others less enthusiastic about. Like cars. Some people care about it a huge deal, and others don’t. And either way is fine.

But this feels amazing. Dmitri’s grin widens, and he moves his finger into me.

First a knuckle.

Then another knuckle.

Then a third knuckle.

My heart expands.

“Next time, I’ll be putting my cock into you,” Dmitri promises.

My heart patters.

“Or...” He glances at my cock which has turned some sort of purple color. “Maybe you’ll be putting your humongous equipment inside me.”

My eyes must widen, because he grins. He moves his finger, and all the cells in that area explode with something that feels exactly like joy.

“Dmitri...”

He bends down, his eyes on my cock. He licks it, then puts the head back into his mouth, and I...

Well, I explode.

Obviously.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Dmitri

Oskar’s beautiful eyes flutter, and his beautiful lips part, and his beautiful neck arches. His release spills over his stomach, and he collapses onto the bed. He’s so fucking adorable I can barely stand it.

He reaches for me, but I can already see his exhaustion.

That was his first sexual encounter.

I was there.

I was present.

“No, baby,” I say, the endearment slipping out naturally.

“You need to...” He makes another grabby motion toward my cock, which is still hard and throbbing.

“Want to touch it?”

His eyes go wide, and he nods eagerly. I straddle his hips and guide his hands. The way he touches me, like I’m worthy of his reverence, makes my heart ache.

“Is this your first one up close?”

He nods, and my chest expands even more. He moves again to touch it, but I know he’s sleepy. I know he’s shattered. This isn’t about reciprocation and checklists. I just want him happy.