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Dante's body burns hot against my palms, his freshly showered scent surrounding me as I settle deeper into his lap. He's stealing my free will with every brush of his lips over mine, robbing me of my ability to think, or to move, or do anything other than just feel him against me. It's nothing more than instinct and impulse now. All this want and need, and I'm drowning in the fucking heat.

When he's touching me like this, kissing me like he's conquering my world, I don't even care that my freedom has been deserted. If he won't take it, I'll fucking give it away until it leaves me as nothing more than a slave to him.

He can have me.

I should ease off, allow him a second to breathe, but I can't. I just fucking can't .

Years of wanting him, of imagining this moment, and now that it's here, I'm incapable of slowing down.

The coarse denim of his jeans rubs against my skin as I rock against his hard cock, rolling my body over him as his control slips. The whimpered plea that blows across my lips only fuels my determination, and I can pinpoint the exact second when he loses all semblance of self-control. It shatters into a million little pieces, exploding like confetti across the room and falling like snow, coating us both.

His breaking point is a beautiful thing to behold.

Rough fingertips dig into my hips as he thrusts against me, slamming my body onto his. I open my mouth to encourage him, to find some words to explain that I need to watch him fall apart, but he calls out, his grip on me bruising. "No, no, no… fuck…" he breathes, holding me firmly against him as he rocks into me faster. His mouth drops, then his head, and the sound that leaves him feels like it's wrenched out of his throat, kicking and screaming, instead of using its own free will.

My eyes drop to where his cock hides behind his pants, sliding against my body. His deep, guttural moan morphs into something almost anguished as I watch a dark spot form across the crotch of his jeans. A fresh rush of need crackles over my skin as I realize he's coming.

And I'm dangerously close to joining him.

I can't tear my eyes away from the spreading shadow on his pants, slowly seeping down his leg and becoming glossy and slick, a wet sheen that shimmers in the light. Helpless moans escape him as he relentlessly thrusts against me, soaking my groin and causing my panties to darken with dampness. Creamy white cum seeps through the denim in bursts, and I almost lose it on the spot.

When he finally slows and the haze leaves his face, he mumbles a low curse and drags his palms over his eyes. For a split second, I'm paralyzed, just staring at him beneath me, completely wrecked. It's a case study in contradictions, because while my heart has never been so soft and moldable, my cock has never been so hard.

"Don't you dare hide from me," I say, my fingers tightening on his wrists and tugging.

"That wasn't how I wanted this to… It's… shit, I'm sorry," he stutters, still fighting to stay hidden. "This was supposed to be about you, and I've already fucked it up—"

"Dante, look at me." Reluctantly, he allows me to pry his hands away from his face, looking like he wants to disappear. "Do you think I put this on for me ?" I drag a fingertip down his body until it lands in the milky puddle on his lap. It's warm and thick, and his body twitches at the touch. "This was all for you."

"God," he groans, eyes following my finger as his cheeks and neck flush. "I'm sorry, Theo. You're so fucking perfect, and I'm just…"

I click my tongue at him with a stern glare, and his words stumble to a stop. "You want to know what you are?" Scooting back on his legs, I swirl my finger through the warm pool of his cum. I push myself backwards, carefully maneuvering to kneel on the floor. "You are so fucking…" Palms on his knees, I shove them apart as I lean forward, never breaking eye contact. "… sexy."

His eyes are wide as I trace along the silhouette of his cock, using the pad of my fingertip to follow the outline and grinning as it flexes under my touch. It's a pleasant surprise to discover how thick he is, since I didn't know what to expect with the way he hides behind his clothing. I wonder if he'll finally let me see all of him now. "Do you always cum this much?" It's… a lot. Like, a lot , a lot.

"Yeah," he mutters, "but not usually that fast." He swallows as I continue running my fingers across his cock. "It's… it's called hyperspermia, and I understand if you think it's—"

"Hot? That's the only correct way to finish that statement… God, that was so fucking hot." Musky, salty warmth explodes over my tastebuds as I drop my face with a throaty moan and slowly lick a path over his jeans. When I look up at him, my tongue hangs out, coated with his cum. Once he's seen it in my mouth, I swallow before going back for another taste.

He whimpers as my tongue slides across his pants, dragging and catching on the rough denim. "Push my head down, Dante." My eyes flicker up to his to find him watching me intently. "Make me clean you up."

At first, he hesitates, so I soften my gaze. "If there's ever something you aren't comfortable doing, tell me. I'd never force you."

His tongue slips between his lips, eyes searching mine as his fingers weave through my hair. "You want to clean my mess?" he asks, voice raspy.

"Fuck yes, I do," I groan as he presses on my head, encouraging me to bury my face in his lap. "More," I beg, and he pushes with more power. The heady, masculine flavor of his release coats my mouth as I lick and suck at the fabric, surrounded by the taste and smell of him.

Finally, I lift and toss him a smirk. "You can push harder than that, baby… You know I want it." He caves, his lip pulling up in a slight snarl as he shoves my head against his crotch, and a loud, muffled moan escapes my throat against his soaked jeans. Under the denim, his cock is thickening again, and I wrap my lips around it, running my mouth along his length.

After I've greedily consumed every drop from his pants, I give his leg a gentle squeeze and he releases me. I scramble onto his lap, gripping his neck and yanking him forward until our lips crash together. "Taste yourself on me," I murmur as I thrust my tongue into his mouth. Any more words are lost as his tongue meets mine, deepening the kiss and showing me just exactly how he wants me.

I can taste it and touch it… feel it in every cell of my body. Why has a kiss never felt this good before?

His hands wrap around me until he's holding my ass, both thumbs sliding between my cheeks. A moan erupts from my throat as he rubs on my entrance, the satin string of my thong slipping against his fingers. He pushes harder as I wiggle against him, groaning into my mouth.

"So fucking smooth and tight," he mutters, using his thumbs to pull at my hole, slowly stretching me open.

I lean over and grab a container of lube from the side table drawer, and his eyes widen in surprise. "What? I didn't want to be unprepared. That's a boy scout thing, right?" I waggle my eyebrows at him. "Because I'm definitely scouting you, boy." A huge smile sweeps across his face, relieving much of the tension in his expression. "Now, give me your hands."

Dante's eyes never leave me as I squirt a dollop on his fingers. He spreads it before reaching behind me, gaze locked on mine as he pushes my underwear aside and wets my hole. For a few endless moments, he teases me, pumping his fingertips against me. Just as I'm beginning to growl my frustrations, he slips a single finger inside me.

"Not enough," I complain as I push onto his hand. "Give me more. I need it."

He adds a second finger and starts a rhythm, thrusting into me as I instinctively flex my hips. His eyes dart to where my cock peeks out of the front of my panties, my tip slick with pre-cum. "Do you still want more, or is that enough?" His voice is low and husky as he watches me move on top of him.

"It's never enough, Dante, not with you." As he works a third finger into me, I sink down to his knuckles as a groan is ripped from my throat, fucking obsessed with the feel of being stretched by him. "Goddamn, that's so good," I gasp as he picks up his rhythm, plunging into me at a steady pace.

His other hand drops to my cock, cupping my balls over my panties before sliding his palm up my length and stroking me in time with the thrust of his fingers. "Fuck, I'm going to come if you're not careful," I moan as he grips tighter. "Wait," I gasp as he gets me too close, teetering right on that edge of release. Instead of releasing me, he grips the root of my cock and stills his hands as another burst of arousal wets the head.

I stand up, his fingers slipping out of me as he stares in question. When I drop to my knees and reach for his button, he sucks in a sharp inhale. "Pants off, right now." I yank at his jeans as he lifts, letting me strip him. Closer to his hips, his golden skin is darker, and his cock is an even deeper shade with a rich pink head, hard and leaning against his hip.

My eyes snag on the scars that run along his groin, but I don't want the focus to be on those. Don't want the ghosts of his past to have any place between us right now. No, I move closer to that thick cock, ready to make friends without clothing between us. He stops me as I lean forward. "Don't worry about me. It's your turn… I already had my fun."

"Sharing is caring, sweetpea, so hush and share that meaty dick with me." He groans as I draw him into my mouth, swirling my tongue and cleaning the remnants of cum off his skin. He lets me explore, and I take my time as I learn every ridge and vein and how he reacts to my touch on each one. "Can you come again?"

"I'm not… sure…" He stutters as I take him deeper, sucking hard as I hollow out my cheeks. "Fuck, never mind. Yes. Yes, I can definitely come again." I suck him until his fingernails dig into the couch and his breath is heavy once more, and then I return to his lap.

"Back inside me, now, Fingerling." He immediately obeys as he huffs a laugh, the sudden fullness making my cock strain against its confines. I grip his erection and give him a few long, exaggerated strokes as he rocks into my hand. When I scoot forward and guide his dick towards mine, he grunts another series of curses under his breath.

I slip his cock inside my panties so it rubs against mine. Hands on his shoulders, I rock my hips and feel the velvet slide of our skin together. His eyes drop to where our cocks stretch the silky fabric to its limit as we move, turning it almost sheer. When I grip us both in one hand, he tenses under my touch.

"Do you like that?" I mutter as he nods frantically.

Losing all restraint, I rock against him, jerking us until I don't know how much longer I can hold on. His movements lose their finesse, thrusts becoming short and jerky. Whispered curses leave him before he sucks in a frantic breath, and a blissed-out moan climbs from his throat as his cock erupts, warmth flooding my panties and soaking us both. Thick streams roll from his slit, coating our cocks and making my hand even slipperier as I jerk us together.

"Oh, shit, that's it," I groan. "Fuck, give it to me, baby."

The thump of his cock against mine and the warm rush dripping down my length and over my fingers send me over the edge, and I sink onto his hand, throwing my head back as the bliss rolls out of me as moans. My cum mixes with his as my cock jerks and my hole squeezes around him.

A few more strokes of my hand have me gasping as the intense waves of release turn into overstimulation. By the time the stars in my eyes fade, I'm spent and exhausted. Our eyes meet, and the intensity of what I'm feeling hits me so hard it almost takes me down. Raw, smack-you-in-the-head levels of emotion almost make tears form in my eyes.

Relief.

Pure, unbridled relief that I'm home after a long day away. He doesn't say anything, just gives a single nod, and reaches those steady hands around my back. I let myself melt into him as I curl into his chest.

His heart thuds under my ear, and I'm completely at peace.

For a long few minutes, we just sit here, soaked and sweating, breath heavy and bodies lax. I whimper when he removes his fingers from me, and when I glance down, his cock is still tucked inside my underwear.

His eyes are endlessly vulnerable as they meet mine, and I give him a soft smile as I hold on to his cheeks. "That was…" He trails off, unsure how to finish his thought.

"Amazing? Incredible? Astoundingly phenomenal?"

He gives me a dry stare, but even that can't take away from his satisfaction. "Did you swallow a thesaurus along with breakfast?"

"No, but I swallowed a big fat dick," I say without hesitation. He chokes out a laugh as he blushes like an adorable little boy and not a sexed-out man that just rocked my world. With a wide smile on my face, I tighten my hold on his cheeks, planting loud kisses on his lips after every word.

"You… are… my… dream."

A snort of disbelief escapes him, followed by a small, incredulous laugh and a shake of his head. "I know for a fact your dreams are much grander than me, Theo."

My brow arch is expertly executed as I glare at him. "Stop that this second. You are officially mine now, and that comes with rules."

He's wary as he watches me. "And those rules are…?"

"First and foremost, the self-deprecating comments? It ends right fucking now." He shakes his head with another small huffing laugh, but I jerk his face to mine and frown. "You think I'm joking? Look into my eyes and tell me that I'm kidding. It stops today."

His expression shifts to something unreadable, but I'm not done.

"While I may kid around with the best, I am dead serious. I don't want to hear you speak about yourself like that. Ever. Whatever he made you believe? It's a fucking lie, Dante. Every word of it."

"Theo…" he whispers, but I drop a gentle kiss on his lips and shake my head.

"If I have to pin you down every hour of every goddamned day to remind you how perfect you are, I'll do it. It doesn't matter where we are. Grocery store? Practice? On stage in front of thousands of people? I will stop everything to show you just how fucking amazing you are until you see yourself the way I do."

Emotion covers his face as he nods and pulls me against him, and I wonder if he's doing it to hide the tears that formed as I spoke. "What are the other rules?" he asks, voice shaky.

"Compliments are mandatory, and I require at least a dozen a day. And before you ask, I absolutely will keep track." He relaxes as he laughs, his hand gliding up and down my spine.

"I think I can handle that. Anything else?"

"Those buckets of cum are all mine," I say, grinning as he barks out a surprised laugh. Now that he's calm, I pull back and glance at him again. "Why did you think that would bother me?"

His cheeks heat as he glances away. "As much as I hate to talk about him, Trent always made a big deal about it. He said there was something wrong with me."

"Um, the only thing wrong is that it took me this long to find out this little bonus."

"You don't think it's… weird?"

"Weird? It's unbelievably hot. I'm planning all sorts of raunchy things I can do now that I have this knowledge." His expression tells me he's trying to prepare for my ridiculousness. "Since you're too proud to ask for my ideas, I'll just go ahead and share."

"Yay." He's dry as the fucking desert as he says it, but I'm not deterred.

"First idea—use that waterproof paint on the sidewalk to leave you secret messages."

"Secret messages that I have to jizz over to read?" I must be misunderstanding his tone, because he acts like it isn't the greatest plan he's ever heard.

"Exactly, keep up. Second idea—replace my hair product a la There's Something About Mary."

"Nasty," he mutters, his wrinkled nose causing me to fight back a smile.

"Third idea—substitute my coffee creamer—"

"For fuck's sake, that's disgusting!" he shouts as I bust out laughing, unable to contain it any longer. I giggle as I curl up into the warmth of his chest. "God, you're gross." It's said with such obvious affection that I can't help my grin.

We're quiet for a minute before he whispers, "Thank you."

I tilt my head up and find those deep brown eyes. "For what?"

"For forcing me to wake up to what's been in front of me for all these years." He presses a gentle kiss to my lips, his expression calmer and face relaxed.

"And also for the two orgasms?"

His breath blows over my mouth as he laughs and smiles against our kiss. "Yeah, baby, and for those."