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The setting sun filters through the torn, dark green curtains, illuminating the room in a deep orange, giving it a warm feeling. Placing a hand between Devon’s shoulder blades, I give him a small push. “On the bed. Stomach to the mattress.”

He hesitates, shifting on shaky legs as reality sinks in. For a moment, I think he might bolt for the door, but he moves to the queen-sized bed, limbs stiff, eyes filled with unease.

Once he’s settled, he clears his throat, face buried in the crook of his arm. “Don’t hurt me too much back there, okay?”

My eyes widen, one brow raising. “Have you done this before?”

No way he’s a virgin. No way he’s survived all this time alone being untouched.

But dammit if my cock and heart don’t give an erratic shudder at the notion regardless.

He flips over and jerks his head up to glare at me, his icy blue eyes filled with a fire I’d missed until now, one whose flames are not only rooted deep but whose fire forever burns. “Why do you care?”

I walk closer and place the gun in the drawer of the nightstand then start to undress. “I’m an asshole but not a monster. Not going to go fast if you haven’t done this before.”

When my clothes are off, Devon flinches. Maybe at my nudity. Or my erection. Can’t really tell. Either way, my dick’s fully hard and twitching.

He sighs, face flushing bright red. “No, I’ve never. . . . Please, just go slow.”

His admission sends heat spiking through me and precum leaks from my slit. Tonight I’ll be his first, his only.

I’ll take what no other man has taken.

Make him mine.

And fuck if that doesn’t ignite a bone-deep need I’ve never felt before.

A possessiveness that burns bright, one I can’t seem to turn off either.

Red flags that I should end this, let him go. Instead, I sit on the bed, then brush his hair back from his worried eyes.

So different than the defiant little shit he was earlier. “Don’t fret, baby boy. I’ll take good care of you. Even make you moan real pretty for me.”

His eyes go wide, lips parting slightly as he gives a tiny nod, his slim shaft starting to plump up.

I swallow hard, not because of my own physical reaction to seeing his, but because something in my chest flickers, as if a tiny sparkler has been lit.

Something flashes across his face and a second later, he flings an arm up a bit too fast, hiding in the crook, as if not being able to see will somehow make it not real.

That won’t do. I want to see his reactions, figure out what he likes, wash away the embarrassment he obviously feels.

Make him forget whatever memory flitted through his mind that made him hide.

I stroke his sides, gentling him like a skittish colt. He gradually relaxes into the touches, arching closer. I trail my hand lower, and when it brushes his semirigid shaft, my own cock twitches.

My boy likes my hands on him.

My fingers pull away from his skin as if they grazed over a hot stove. My boy. Taking a moment, I close my eyes and inhale slowly, trying to push away whatever’s threatening to bloom.

Refocusing, I grab the lube and slick my fingers, eager to explore him. Besides food, lube is the one other necessity I make sure to search for when scavenging. “Turn back over onto your stomach.”

Devon does so, but flinches when I palm his ass, seizing up.

Fuck, it’s been so long since my first time. I’ve forgotten how overwhelming it can be.

“Easy, Devon.”

I pull his cheeks apart and spread lube around his furled hole, massaging gently.

Taking my time, I watch his body since he’s hiding his face still, my other hand caressing his side and back. When I finally ease a finger inside the impossibly tight heat, my throbbing cock jerks, drooling precum.

He inhales sharply as I slide in a little farther, those deliciously taut inner muscles clamping down.

I work the digit slowly back and forth. “Try to relax for me.”

But he only trembles harder, burrowing his face into the mattress, whimpering as I try loosening him up.

After two minutes, I withdraw my finger, not wanting to hurt him. “This is too much too fast. Let’s try something else.”

I turn Devon onto his side, then lie behind him, wedging his legs open. He grunts at being maneuvered and exposed, his breathing fast and shallow.

I stroke his chest until his racing heart calms under my palm. His breaths finally come slower and he unconsciously arches into my touch—most likely as starved for contact as I am. “That’s perfect. Just breathe.”

Nuzzling against his silky blond hair, I pepper his shoulder with kisses and keep the caresses soft and unthreatening. “That’s it. Just let go. I’ve got you.”

Gradually, he melts against me, some of the fear bleeding away as I trail my hand lower, gliding over his soft cock.

He flinches but soon presses into my palm as I resume stroking him. His cock isn't as large as mine, as if somehow made to fit perfectly in my hand. I tighten my grip, and before long, he’s rocking into my fist.

“Good boy.”

I nibble his shoulder as my free hand wanders over his body, then tweaks a nipple.

He whimpers and I grip his leaking cock with more force, more speed, pumping steadily as he pants and gasps. My other arm bands tight around his chest, holding him close as I grind my throbbing cock between his cheeks.

“Feel that, baby boy? Feel what you do to me?”

He whines, ass rubbing shamelessly against my cock that’s now so hard, it might fuckin’ explode. And when he releases a deep moan, his cock utterly soaked with precum, I know I have to have him.

“You want it, don’t you? Want me to fill you up, make you mine.”

I jerk him faster as he pants and scrambles at my arm, whining desperately, shaking and right on the edge.

“Show me what a good boy you are and come for me. Come. Now.”

He cries out, spilling in my fist. I stroke him through it, keeping my hips flush to his clenching hole.

At the height of his climax, I wedge just the swollen head inside his spasming heat. It’s enough to pull my own hot release, a release that seems to go on forever and leaves me completely spent in a way I haven’t been in years.

We lie entwined, breathing slowing, his body relaxed against me.

While my cum may be inside him, marking him, I want more. Want him to truly be mine, because one night won’t be enough. Not when the sparkler in my chest is blossoming into something brighter.