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“Oh, f-fuck, Yes, Jace . ” Ty’s neck strains, his face and chest flushed, somewhere I feel the sting of his nails scratching into my back. “ More . I’m almost—oh shit, yeah… Harder. ”

I let out a breathless laugh, stunned and awed that he’s already this close without me even touching him. His dick’s trapped between us, sliding slick and hot against our stomachs, and he’s clearly loving the friction of it.

The rhythm builds, each thrust pulling me closer to the edge. I can feel the tension coiling tight, the need for release driving me onward. I rotate my hips, pushing upward, and Ty honest to god mewls when my dick gets reintroduced to his prostate.

His hands are everywhere—on my shoulders, my back, my ass—gripping hard, urging me deeper, faster, harder, bruising my ass cheeks as he does.

My lips slide over his and I couldn’t be quiet even if I’d try. I just hope those bastards up in the hallway were smart enough to have put their headphones on, cause after this round, I’m planning on a second. And a third. I’m going to make love to him all damn night.

“Jace, Jacie, I’m close,” Ty gasps, his voice strained with need.

He bites my lips on a grunt, pushes his tongue against mine, groaning like a fiend when he chants more, more, more again and again, and I obey his every demand, my hands now so freaking tight on his shoulder, my hips slamming so hard, the whole bed seems to fucking slide back and forth with the intensity, slamming against the wall.

He could ask me for the world right now, and I’d find a way to give it to him.

“Fuck, come for me baby,” I push out, the words coming out as little more than a hoarse whisper since I can’t, can’t, can’t hold back. “Fucking come with me.”

It’s like my words flip a switch in him. His eyes go glassy just as I drive my hips forward—hard—right against his prostate. His whole body jerks, tremors of ecstasy tearing through him. His grip tightens, and then he’s coming between us, all wet and wild. And it wrecks me.

My own climax detonates deep inside him.

Groaning and grunting in his mouth, I cry out his name as trembles spasm through me, my release spilling into him as he tightens around me, still coming, soaking us in so much fucking cum it’s obscene. I lose it, babbling I love you’s and I miss you’s as I dissolve into bliss.

I collapse on him in a heavy sigh. I find his mouth again, hands in his hair, his in mine—on my neck, my back, everywhere .

Giving lazy kisses, licks, as the high winds down, feeling each other as we stare in each other’s eyes, noses pressed together, confirming we’re still here, still us, still real.

I’m breathless, sated, fuzzy as hell—our bodies tangled, and I never wanna leave.

“I missed you so fucking bad, Jacie,” Ty whispers against my mouth, voice hoarse.

I nod in agreement and wrap his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers as I lay atop of him, still in him, pressing lazy presses of my lips below his ear on the sweaty skin and murmuring that I love him so, so much and missed him like crazy as well.

That he is my world, my everything , that everybody else can just fuck off and I would burn the world down to be next to him.

And I would.

I go on and on—doting on him, loving him, reassuring him—until our breaths even out and the sadness in his eyes is replaced with so much pure fucking love it feels like I’m drowning in it.

Fuck, my love for him is limitless, endless, unrestricted, never ending. It’s immeasurable how much this glorious man means to me.

“Don’t pull out,” he whispers when I lift my hips to do exactly that.

I raise my face from the damp warmth of his neck—a mixture of sweat and tears, his and mine—and frown. “Don’t?”

“I want you there,” Ty murmurs, his voice low and raw, cheeks flushing deeper. “I crave it. I want to feel you as long as I can… while I can. While we can.”

He averts his gaze, but I catch his chin, guide him back to me until his eyes find mine once more, plant another kiss on his now swollen and bruised lips. “If that’s what you want, that’s what you get. I kinda like being there, you know.”

“Oh, I know.”

I groan as he clenches around my softened and sensitive cock in answer, dropping my face back in his neck. “Guess we found another kink, huh, baby?” I shift inside him and he lets out a soft mewl. “You lovin’ this?”

“Hm,” he hums in agreement, arms tightening around my back. “I think I do… Is that weird?”

Oh, my beautiful, bashful, breathtaking man. “Never. You can ask me for anything, always, and I’ll give it to you.” I seal my promise by biting his bottom lip, licking over the sting as he sighs in contentment.

“And I to you. Always. Everything,” he murmurs as I go lax atop him, head resting in his neck, relaxing under the lazy circles he draws over my back.

And I almost drift off like that. My neck is between the crook of his shoulder, his heart beating to mine, his ankle thrown over mine where I’m still in between him, still inside him. I have to admit, I kinda love it, this connection, being part of him like this.

“Jacie?” he whispers softly after I don’t know how many minutes.

“Yeah?”

“Ask me,” he says on an exhale, and I smile against his skin, knowing exactly what he means.

“Tell me something new.”

“I think… this was the best birthday I ever had.”

His words melt straight into me—burn away all the lonely, hollow pieces from the last five months and fill them with warmth. With peace. I hold him a little tighter, a little closer, and savor it. This moment. This now . This precious time that we do have.

I don’t care what the future brings. Because in the end, I know he’ll come back to me, and I’ll come back to him.

Because this, right here, is exactly where we’re meant to be.