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Nothing he’d read prepared Kensley for the way Bishop owned his mouth.

Lips and tongue and teeth and panting breaths became his entire world.

Bishop’s unique taste filled his senses, blocking out everything except the need for more.

Now. All at once. Nothing existed beyond the kiss and the way it lit Kensley’s body from the inside out.

His dick throbbed and his hole contracted, soaking his underwear with proof of his desire.

He melted under the power of it all, surrendering to the force of the kiss, and the world ceased to exist until the moment his bare ass hit cotton sheets.

Kensley didn’t know or care where his underclothes had gone.

All he knew was the hard, thick body writhing above him, grinding him into the mattress, kissing him into the next century.

He was mouth and dick and hands, and a hot, leaking ass that needed something to fill it more than he needed oxygen.

He would finally have something bigger inside him than his own finger, and nothing would stop him.

He yanked at Bishop’s jeans, desperate to see him, to feel his bare skin against Kensley’s, for some part of Bishop’s body to touch his slick hole. “Get your fucking clothes off,” Kensley snapped, surprising himself with the sharp order.

Bishop nipped his chin, his smile both tender and dangerous, and climbed off the bed to strip, peeling back layers of clothes and revealing swaths of flesh.

Some tanned and smooth, some pale and waxy, and all of it beautiful.

His thick erection hung low, and Kensley’s mouth watered for a taste.

He didn’t think; he crawled to the edge of the bed and licked the head.

Bishop groaned, both hands reaching for and stopping just above Kensley’s shoulders.

Needing Bishop undone, Kensley wrapped his lips about the crown of his cock and sucked, poking his tongue into the slit, savoring the sharp flavor of Bishop’s flesh and precome.

Loving the weight of the satin flesh, the soft skin over rippling heat.

He wanted more but his untested gag reflex refused to let him worship Bishop the way he craved.

One day.

Bishop’s restraint broke, and he tangled both hands in Kensley’s hair, squeezing hard, waking Kensley’s scalp with the sting.

It wasn’t painful. The possessiveness, the need to hold and claim, to use his willing mouth, was everything Kensley had imagined.

Maybe he couldn’t give Bishop his throat today, but Bishop could have every other part of his body.

“Fuck, Kens.” One of Bishop’s hand released his hair and slid down his neck. Along the ridges of his spine to the small of his back. To the very top of his crack.

Kensley made an agreeable noise and sucked harder, needing this before he internally combusted.

Bishop flattened his hand and slid it farther back, his middle finger dragging down his crease until it rested over his hole.

Kensley arched his spine, desperate for that wicked finger to penetrate him.

To feel how wet Kensley was, how much he desired this.

Bishop’s finger slid inside his loose hole, and Kensley keened around his mouthful of cock.

Humped backward, wanting more than a single finger, wanting his whole damned hand if that’s what Bishop chose to give him.

Instead, Bishop played, twisting his finger, stretching his rim, shallowly fucking him with it.

Kensley could probably come like this, but he needed Bishop to fuck him with his cock.

To take what he so enthusiastically offered.

He released Bishop’s erection and pressed his face into Bishop’s pubes, taking a moment to breathe and enjoy the new, intense experience of someone else playing with his hole for the first time.

An intensity that doubled when Bishop added a second finger and fucked him harder with them.

It created the dirtiest sound as skin and wetness combined, the perfect soundtrack for this moment.

“Please, Bishop, fuck me,” Kensley whined.

“Am fucking you, baby. Your hole is so hot and ready for me.” The hand in his hair loosened. “But your brother will skin me alive if I knock you up.”

“You won’t. My cycle ended two days ago.”

“Fuck, Kens.” That must have been the last tenuous thread keeping Bishop’s restraint in check, and it snapped.

He had Kensley flat on his back, both legs shoved up high and out of the way, exposing Kensley’s cock, balls and hole to him.

Bishop studied his crotch with an almost feral expression, a predator admiring its prey before pouncing. “Are you?—?”

Kensley punched him hard in the sternum. “If you ask me if I want this one more time, I’m going to hit you with a piece of furniture.”

Bishop laughed. “There’s nothing sexier than a man who knows his own mind.”

“Good, because this man needs you to fuck him already.”

With a sharp growl that sent bolts of lust down Kensley’s spine, Bishop rested Kensley’s right leg on his shoulder, freeing his hand to steady his cock.

A cock that finally pressed against Kensley’s hole.

Kensley tried to bear down, to make this happen faster, but Bishop just sat there, staring where their bodies joined.

Kensley reached between them and wrapped his hand around Bishop’s.

Met Bishop’s simmering gaze. They held eye contact while they both guided Bishop’s cock inside.

The thick glide of Bishop’s penetration turned his entire world upside down, and Kensley was addicted.

Nothing in the world could ever top this moment, as his omega body was finally used for its intended purpose.

Finally filled and pleasured and worshipped, instead of hidden and ignored.

Bishop bent to kiss him as he began thrusting hard and deep.

Each time his cockhead scraped across Kensley’s prostate, another gush of wetness added to the amazing slide.

Kensley’s own cock was trapped between their bellies.

He wanted to reach between them, to jack himself off, to relieve the desperate pressure building in his balls—he also didn’t want this to end.

He needed it to last forever, for it to carry him away to a place where no one was hunting for him.

Where no one could hurt him. A place where this was real and not just a temporary indulgence.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Bishop panted. He reached down and fisted Kensley’s erection. The rough touch sent Kensley over the edge after only a few strokes.

None of his books prepared Kensley for the reality of an orgasm born of a hand on his dick and a dick in his ass, thrusting him to the edge and over.

His entire body seemed to vibrate apart and come back together in a brand-new form, satiated and exhausted, and humming with pleasure and sensation, every nerve a buzzing live wire.

He blinked up at Bishop while he caught his breath, newly aware that Bishop had stopped fucking him.

“Did you come?” Kensley asked.

“Not yet. I had to stop and watch you. You are so fucking gorgeous like this.”

“Want to see you come, too. In me.”

Bishop braced both hands on the bed beside Kensley’s head and dragged his cock out slowly.

So slowly that Kensley thought he’d actually pull out completely.

Then Bishop shoved back inside, and Kensley cried out, thrilled at this new aggression.

Desperate for Bishop to stop thinking and to chase his own release.

To use his wet hole the way it was meant for, and Kensley hung on.

He took in every detail he could, from the lines on Bishop’s forehead to the scents of sweat and musk and sex.

The way their skin shimmered with perspiration, semen, and slick.

The pants and grunts and slaps of flesh on flesh.

Kensley clenched his hole. Bishop hollered, pushed deep inside, and emptied into Kensley’s greedy body.

He swore he felt the heat of Bishop’s release flooding his insides, claiming him, marking him as Bishop’s and no one else’s.

Binding them forever.

Reality was a touch less romantic and more messy.

Bishop pulled out then smothered him with his broad, sweaty body, his softening cock rubbing gently against Kensley’s while they kissed.

Kensley shifted his hips and winced at the tenderness.

He’d been wet and ready but damn, Bishop still had a big dick, and he’d gone hard.

Kensley didn’t regret a single thing, though.

“That was…better than I imagined,” Kensley whispered. “Wow.”

“I love hearing wow. If I’m going to hell for fucking a priest, it was worth it.”

Kensley snorted and skated his fingertips across the rough skin on Bishop’s back. “Definitely worth it. I can’t wait to do it again.”

Bishop raised up on one elbow, his expression difficult to read. He was smiling but he also seemed…uncertain? “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah. This wasn’t a one-and-done to lose my virginity, Bishop.

I’ve loved you for half my life. Even after I thought you’d died, I didn’t stop loving you.

I don’t want to think about King’s next phone call, or who’s trying to use me against him.

I want to exist in this, right here and now. Us.”

“We can’t exist like this forever.”

“I know. But can we pretend for a little while longer?”

“Absolutely.” Bishop settled over him again, his head resting on the pillow beside Kensley’s, gazing at him with something like love in his eyes. “Just us.”

“Yeah. Just us.”