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By the time we stumbled into the bedroom, the hallway behind us was covered with abandoned clothes, and we were both naked. Nate’s lips were swollen, he was panting like we’d done an hour of cardio, and we were both rock hard and starving for each other.

I grabbed him and hauled him close, kissing him like we’d been apart for a year. My hands slid down his back, and I dug my fingers in as I pushed my tongue deep into his mouth, claiming him and giving myself to him all at once. When I slid a hand lower and tipped him over like a black-and-white movie damsel, he groaned—half pleasure, half lust—and I felt it everywhere.

He sucked my tongue like he was trying to pull the want out of me, and I ground against his leg. The friction of his thick hair set me on fire, and I moaned into his mouth while my hips moved like we were already halfway there.

As good as things had been between us, I’d never known making out could feel like this. Leave it to us to turn kissing into a full-body experience.

I got dizzy because I couldn’t get enough oxygen through my nose, so I broke the kiss. We remained frozen in place, panting against each other’s lips, and I tightened my grip to keep him close. Since I didn’t want to come all over his leg, I eased my hips away from him.

“Why did you stop?” he asked. “I liked how you were so turned on you couldn’t control yourself. I need your cock.”

A jolt of electricity powerful enough to light up Buffalo ripped through me. Operating on instinct and lust, I picked Nate up. He was too heavy to throw over my shoulder, but I carried him across the room, deposited him on the bed, and climbed on top.

We communicated in grunts and moans as I went back to his mouth, chasing the sweet, desperate heat between us. I whined when he sucked on my tongue again, wringing pleasure out of me. It wasn’t enough. I took control, thrusting deep, making him shudder beneath me.

We’d said the words. Admitted that whatever we used to think we wanted, fate had handed us what we truly needed. The man I loved was writhing under me, and for a second, I thought about sucking his cock—getting him out of his head the same way he had for me last night. But when I tried to ease away, he locked his legs around me, holding me right where he wanted.

“Why?” After another panted breath, he added, “Don’t.” He squeezed me with his powerful thighs.

“Don’t you want to…”

Fuck. Nate squeezed harder, and when lust glinted in his eyes, bringing the amber highlights to life, feral need possessed me. I was on top of him, and he had his legs wrapped around me.

“Please,” he whispered.

One word. In that moment, I knew we were thinking about the same thing.

“Chuck?”

Our eyes locked, burning into each other.

“Nate?” After a few ragged breaths, I got up my nerve. “Would you… Do you want me to…”

“I keep thinking about last night, how I felt when you rode in like a knight in shining armor. You didn’t just pull him off me, you took care of me the best way you knew how. I love you, Chuck. Please take care of me now?”

“You mean…”

“Please fuck me?”

My lips moved, showing him what had to be a goofy smile, and I nodded. “I want to. I’ve never done it before, though. With a guy, I mean.”

“I know. Neither have I.”

My heart pounded as I lowered myself and kissed him again. It was softer now, and as our mouths opened to each other, our tongues met. Their caresses were soft, a prelude to the heat sure to follow.

We’d often used lube in our play, and I knew there was a box of condoms in the drawer. I drew away from his lips and whispered, “Got to get supplies.”

He drew soft circles across my lips with his fingers. “I’ve only been with you since last summer, and I got tested in October.”

“Got tested after my big breakup. No problems.”

“Can we skip the condom then?” he asked. “Would you be comfortable with that?”

I brushed his lips with mine. “I’d love it. I want to feel all of you.”

“Only lube, then.”

I found it and gave him a nervous smile. “How should we do this?”

“I did anal with a couple of girls and…” He grimaced. “Shit, sorry.”

I shook my head. “We’ve both got pasts, Nate. Tell me how to do it.”

“They were both on their knees, but I want to be on my back. Need to see you.”

“Okay. How should I… Fuck!” The lube flew out of my hand and landed on the far side of the bed. I reached for it, and when I held it up like a trophy, my hand was shaking.

Nate smiled. “Little nervous, huh?”

“Yep.” I put my free hand over his heart, and its rapid beat grounded me. “I’ve never wanted anyone this much before, even you, but I’m… I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“You’re big, so it’s a possibility, but it’s worth the risk.”

We laughed. It was the shrill, silly giggle of nerves, but it cleared the air. When we quieted, Nate looked calmer, and I’d stopped shaking.

He traced his fingers over my abs and said, “We’re in love, and we both want this. You wouldn’t hurt me for anything, and if I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t have asked for this. No matter what you do to get me ready, it’s going to hurt when you stick that freight train of a cock up my ass. We’ll deal with it. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

“I’ll go as slow as I can.”

“I can’t wait to feel you inside me. See your face when you feel me. You want to feel my tight ass around your dick, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes.” My heart was pounding so fast it was hard to breathe.

“I’ll squeeze as much as I can. I know how good it feels.”

He squeezed my cock with his hand, a demonstration, I guess. The need was building fast, and I didn’t think I could wait much longer. My voice came out low and rough. “You’ll really let me inside you?”

Nate smiled. “I want us to be one that way, so get me ready.”

My stomach clenched even as more heat surged through me. I’d seen this in porn, sure, but everybody knew porn was bullshit. I tried not to sound panicked. “How?”

“You’ve fingered me before, so start like that. One finger, then two. Same as you’d do with a girl except…” He lifted his hand and scissored his fingers with all the authority of a serious sex ed professor. “You’ll need to do that.”

A laugh broke out of me. God, I love him so much.

I arranged a pillow under his hips and kissed him before getting to work. When I slid my middle finger inside, he hissed through his teeth—more surprise than pain—and his hips shifted against my hand. I moved gently, curling and stroking, and when his eyes were dark and unfocused, I thought he was ready for more.

“Second?” My voice was a little shaky.

He nodded.

I added my index finger, scissoring like he’d shown me. He groaned, low and guttural, and his ass relaxed like he wanted everything I had to give.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered. “Can’t wait for your cock.”

I leaned over until our lips were a whisper apart. “You need me, huh? Want me to pound you?” I nipped at his plump lower lip.

“Fuck yes. After I get used to you.”

I kissed his lips. “I’ll remember, sweets.”

He cupped the back of my head and kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. The sweetness of him was still there, but it was laced with sharp, electric heat. I melted into it and got lost in him—his taste, the tight grip of his ass around my fingers, and the slick, hot slide inside him.

My other hand found his cock. I loved how hard he was for me, and I stroked him slowly. When he reached for mine, I pulled back enough to stop him. “Don’t. If you do that, this will be over before it starts.”

My dick was painfully hard, throbbing like it might detonate, and the only place I wanted to come was inside him. I’d bury myself deep, surrounded by his perfect tightness, and pound the shit out of him until we both lost our minds.

“That’s enough.” His voice was low and hungry. “Let’s fuck.”

My heart took off at a gallop, and I raised my head. “You sure?”

“Do it, Chuck. I need you so bad I’m going crazy.”

I rolled off him, got to my knees, and handed him the lube. He slicked more onto his ass, then wrapped his fist around me and gave a few firm strokes that nearly made my eyes cross.

“Ready, sweets?” I tried for casual but heard the wobble in my voice.

“Just a sec.” He squeezed out a little more and smeared it over his hole. “Insurance,” he said. “Need all the lube I can get if I’m going to take you .”

I crawled between his legs, and then promptly failed the first step. I tried to line up, and… nope. Assholes were lower than vaginas. Way lower, apparently. I pulled back a little. “Uh… can you slide down on the pillow?”

He did. Still no good.

The burn of full-body embarrassment merged with the fire of lust. “Sorry, sweets.” My voice cracked when I asked, “You sure this will work?”

He looked at me, face tight with frustration, and snorted . Loudly.

“The fuck?” I asked, flustered and way too sweaty. I ran a hand through my hair, which was already sticking to my forehead.

“Easy, babe.” He bit his lip, trying to stop the laugh. “I forgot something. I think I’m supposed to do this.”

He raised his legs and hooked his hands behind his knees, lifting everything into view. His asshole, now front and center, looked much more accessible.

I let out a shaky laugh. “This looks right. Feels more normal with your legs up like that too.”

A sheen of sweat clung to his forehead and upper lip, catching the soft light. His breathing was fast and uneven, and his expression flickered between hesitation and heat. “Please? I need you, babe.”

I leaned forward, finally able to press the tip of my cock to his entrance. Electricity sparked through me. I looked into his eyes as I slid my hands over his like I needed to anchor us both. My entire body shook, not merely from nerves, but from everything: the need, the awe, the weight of what we were doing. My Nate. I was about to be inside him, and I’d never wanted anything more. “Okay, sweets?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Don’t let me hurt you.”

He nodded.

I pushed and immediately hit a solid wall of resistance. He’d opened easily around my fingers, but now it was all tight muscle, unyielding and hot, and I froze.

He took a long, shaky breath and exhaled, sending the damp hair on my forehead fluttering. “Try again,” he whispered.

This time, I didn’t shove but leaned in and held steady pressure. His rim twitched—fighting, finally giving—and I slipped inside.

Holy fucking hell.

I barely registered his sharp cry. All I could feel was heat. Slick, burning heat wrapped so tightly around my cock it was like his body had been built for me. It was almost too much. I didn’t see how I could move, couldn’t imagine lasting more than a few seconds in that kind of grip. My head dropped as sweat dripped from my brow onto his chest.

His eyes were squeezed shut, and his breaths came hard and ragged. I remained frozen, afraid of hurting him, in agony because I couldn’t thrust, and completely overwhelmed by what it felt like to be inside him.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and wiggled his hips, like he wasn’t sure if he was trying to escape or pull me deeper. Then he whispered, raw and desperate, “Push. I want all of you.”

I obeyed, inching forward, and we both cried out when I sank all the way in.

Another choked sound escaped him as his legs locked around my waist. His hands slid up my back, clutching hard. I braced my elbows on either side of him and met his eyes. We’re doing this and it’s no dream this time.

“Already feeling better,” he said. “I love you, Chuck.”

“Love you too.” I couldn’t have kept my lips away from his if my life had depended on it, and I lost myself in another kiss. Dizzy with pleasure, I felt warm and safe in his arms, and my dick was in heaven.

So this is what it feels like to fuck somebody you love.