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Pulling back, I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the saltiness of him.

His hands found their way into my hair, guiding me gently, his breath coming in quick gasps.

I found a rhythm, my head bobbing up and down, my hand working in tandem with my mouth.

His body was tense, muscles taut, and I could feel the tremble in his thighs.

“Bradley,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “Come here.”

I released him and moved back up his body, my mouth finding his again. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring, his hands roaming over my skin like he couldn’t get enough. Nico’s cock pressed against mine, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

His hands slid down to my hips, and he rolled us over so that he was on top. He looked down at me, his eyes searching mine. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered.

I nodded, my heart pounding. “Yes,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “God, yes.”

He reached over to his bedside table, pulling out a condom and lube.

I watched as he tore open the packet, rolling the condom down his shaft.

He poured some lube into his hand, warming it before applying it to himself and then to me, his fingers gentle and careful.

His touch was slow and deliberate. I focused on my breath, on the sensation of his fingers, on the connection between us that felt stronger than anything I’d ever experienced.

Once he was sure I was ready, he positioned his cock at my entrance, his eyes never leaving mine. There was a question in his gaze, a final check to make sure this was what I wanted. I answered by pulling him closer, my hands on his hips, my legs wrapping around him.

He pushed in slowly, his breath hitching as he filled me. I gasped, my body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the sensation. He held still, giving me time to adjust, his forehead resting against mine. Our breaths mingled, ragged and warm.

“Okay?” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

I nodded, my hands sliding up his back, feeling the muscles shift beneath his skin. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I’m okay.”

He began to move, his hips rocking gently, each thrust deliberate and deep. I met his rhythm, my body moving in sync with his. The room filled with the sounds of our breaths, the soft rustle of sheets, the quiet whispers of our bodies coming together.

His mouth found mine again, our kisses slow and languid, mirroring the pace of our lovemaking. His hands roamed over my body, tracing lines of fire across my skin. Each touch was a declaration, each kiss a promise.

The pleasure kept building, a slow burn that grew with each thrust, each brush of skin against skin. My fingers dug into his back, my breaths coming in quick gasps. He was everywhere—his scent, his touch, his taste.

“Nico,” I breathed, my voice trembling. “I’m close.”

He nodded, his eyes locked on mine. “Me too,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

“God, I’ve never felt so...” his voice trailed off and his thrusts grew faster.

He wrapped a hand around my cock, and I thought I’d explode.

“Jesus, this is...” He didn’t need to finish the sentence.

I understood. This was different. This was us. This was real.

His hand moved in sync with his hips, stroking my shaft, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I arched up to meet him, my body coiling tighter with each thrust, each stroke. We locked eyes, our breaths ragged, our hearts pounding as my pleasure peaked, and I tumbled over the edge.

“Oh God, Nico!” I cried out, my body convulsing as I came, my release spilling over his hand and onto my stomach. He kept thrusting, his eyes never leaving mine, his grip on my cock easing as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.

Then, with a final, deep thrust, Nico threw his head back, his body tensing as he came, a low groan escaping his lips. His hips jerked once, twice, before he stilled, his breath coming in ragged pants.

“Bradley, oh my God, I’ve never...”

He collapsed onto me, and our chests heaved together. I felt the sweat on his skin, and the tickle of his hair against my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, never wanting to let go.

We lay like that for a while, our breaths slowing, our bodies cooling. Nico eventually lifted his head, his eyes soft as they met mine. He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, then to my forehead, before rolling off me, disposing of the condom, and pulling me into his arms.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

I looked at him, puzzled. “For what?”

He smiled, tracing the line of my jaw with his fingertips. “For being you, and for truly seeing me.”

Warmth spread through me. I snuggled closer to him, my head fitting perfectly into the crook of his shoulder.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” I confessed, my voice quiet. “About anyone.”

He kissed the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. “Neither have I,” he said. “It’s scary, isn’t it? But it’s also... real.”

I nodded against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “Real,” I echoed. But this felt more intense, more connected. Was I falling in love with Nico? Like, truly in love?