Chapter 16

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It felt like a dream, staring down at André on his knees. Gideon's heart raced, dick hard and aching, unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. It was a pain that made his mouth water, that made his muscles quiver as he struggled to remain still, to allow André to make the first move. And still, he had to grit his teeth when André licked his lips, holding his gaze as he unbuckled Gideon's belt and tugged it out of the loops before tossing it aside.

Breath stalled and straight-up died in Gideon's chest when André unzipped him and reached inside, palm wrapping around Gideon's length and pulling him out. He didn't have it in him to hide even a fraction of what he was feeling at what André did to him. He pulsed in the other man's grip.

"Fuck." The curse left him unbidden. "I've thought about this a million times," he confessed in a hoarse, jagged whisper.

André squeezed him, the corners of his mouth lifting. Lust had darkened his eyes and had his nostrils flaring. "Yeah? What else did you think about?"

He wanted to talk. He had Gideon's dick in his hand and he wanted to talk, when all Gideon wanted was to tunnel to the back of his throat and take up residence there. "I thought about you wrapped around my dick." The words came out harshly as the fire in his blood burned hotter and hotter. "Your throat, your hole. Doesn't matter."

Another curve of André's mouth and he dipped his head, spitting on the tip of Gideon's cock. Gideon bucked.

"André—" He choked when André used his spit and Gideon's pre-cum to jerk him. Grip tight, stroke slow and steady, André maintained eye contact as Gideon's stomach went concave and his knees buckled. "Ah, fuck! Fuck." He threw his head back, hips thrusting forward into André's grasp, fucking his fist over and over.

The pressure at the base of his spine swirled, got hotter, and his lashes dropped, eyes closing as he sank into that pleasure. The experience of André touching him after all those times Gideon fantasized about it—all those times he fucked his fist and his mattress wishing for this moment—was exquisite. He'd give away all the money, all the power, to possess it, to have it always.

Warmth settled around the tip of his cock and he jerked, eyes flying open. He was inside André's mouth, and it was all that Gideon had hoped for and more. "Goddamn, that's it." He bucked his hips faster and faster as André's tongue flicked over him, tracing the length of him, probing the underside of his crown. "Yesss." Gideon reached down with a hiss, palming the back of André's head, his hips speeding up. "Perfect," he grunted. "You're perfect." All he had to base that on was André bobbing on his dick, moaning around him, but fuck if it wasn't everything.

He sucked Gideon's dick as if his throat was dry and Gideon had the life-saving water to remedy that. Gideon felt as if that was the truth; he had the cure for whatever ailed André, so he held the other man's head steady, applying pressure until André had no trouble but to hold still…

"Open wide."

André did, eyes sparkling with the same shit that had Gideon wanting to say fuck it to everything except them, this. Teeth in his bottom lip, one hand on the back of André's head, the other on the base of his dick, he guided himself to André's mouth.

Inside.

Feeding himself in and deeper. And in and deeper . Until André's nails sank into Gideon's hips. Digging. Cutting. Until his eyes bulged, nostrils flaring as he struggled to breathe and his throat contracted around Gideon.

" Mmmm. I thought about this too," Gideon whispered to him. He struggled to find the words because his brain was damn near fried, turning to mush with all that pleasure from the way André's throat tightened around him, collapsing, contracting.

The best fucking feeling ever.

"Staying parked right here until your eyes beg me to let you breathe." He angled his hips, inching forward another inch, maybe less. Tears glittered in André's eyes like diamonds, but they didn't fall and those pretty eyes didn't beg; he just tipped his head back fuller into Gideon's grip, giving him more room to work. Gideon pulled back, easing out slowly, gently, barely giving André time to breathe before he was driving in again.

Over and over, fucking André's mouth, snapping his head back with every surge forward.

"You're beautiful." He could barely stand at this point. The heat of André's mouth, the pleasure, they were incinerating him from the inside out and he wasn't sure how he was managing to form a coherent thought, but he wanted André to know. "You're beautiful," he said as he fucked his face.

André blinked then, and the tears that had been making his eyes shine so brightly slid down his cheeks. Gideon caught one with a thumb, then brought it to his mouth, licking it off with a groan. "Fuck, even your tears are perfect." He thrust forward. "Keep your eyes on me," he ordered. "Watch what you do to me. Watch me come for you." He didn't want to come for anyone else. Didn't want to be with anyone else. And the thought of André being with anyone else— He gritted his teeth, hips rolling, thrusting in and out of André's mouth, loving the other man's groans, his grunts, the acceptance and pleasure that crossed his face even as tears and snot rolled down it.

Nobody sexier. Nobody more perfect.

Gideon dug his toes into the floor beneath him as his body gave up, gave out. The orgasm snapped out of its restraints, blasting through him and bowing his body. It was only André's painful grip on his hips that kept him upright as he emptied himself into the other man's mouth.

André gurgled and choked, but he didn't try to move away from it. He maintained his position, taking everything Gideon had and more. Gideon retreated, grasping the base of his shaft, the last of his cum splattering on André's chin and neck as he doubled over coughing, crashing on all fours.

Gideon followed him down onto the floor, movements restricted by the pants that had gotten caught up around his ankles. Pushing André backward, Gideon yanked away his shoes then the offending pants from around his ankles, then climbed André's writhing body. He was a coughing mess lying on his back. Gideon kissed him, sinking his tongue into his mouth, swallowing his cough, tasting himself on André's tongue as he shoved a hand between them, hurriedly undoing the buttons on André's jeans and unzipping him. Reaching under the waistband of André's underwear, Gideon gripped his cock, already wet and pulsing.

"Come for me," Gideon spoke against his lips. "I want it, so give it to me."

"Unnngh. Gi-Gideon." André clutched him, hips jerking, legs scrambling in a futile effort to wrap around Gideon's waist. "Oh god! Oh fuck!" His eyes were squeezed shut, body undulating violently as he reached his climax, filling Gideon's palm.

Gideon kept touching him, stroking him as André spasmed, little breathy sounds falling from his lips as his head lolled back on the floor, eyes closed. Gideon kissed him—his forehead, his nose, his lips, his chin. He couldn't stop kissing him. Couldn't stop touching him. André came, but he wasn't soft yet. He remained thick and heavy in Gideon's grasp. Dick wet, sticky, and twitching as if wanting more.

Needing more.

Just the way Gideon needed more.

Pulling his hand away, he sat back on his haunches, gazing down at André, whose lashes lifted slowly. Stretched out on the floor still fully dressed, his dick hanging out of his jeans and dots of Gideon's cum drying on the underside of his chin, there was nobody as beautiful as André Tesfaye.

He blinked at Gideon, gaze unfocused, teeth marks on his bottom lip. Holding his gaze, Gideon brought his palm, filled with André's cum, up to his mouth, licking it off as André watched, lips parted. His chest heaved and Gideon eyed the movement greedily.

Hungrily.

"Take my clothes off." André's softly spoken words pierced the lust-thickened silence around them. "Then put that dick inside me."

André didn't remember how they got from the floor to the bed, but he couldn't say that he cared. Not when Gideon's warm skin slid along his, drawing out soft sighs and whimpers from his mouth.

Gideon crouched above him, nestled between his thighs, trembling hands cradling his face, eyes piercing as he gazed down at André. His flavor lingered on André's tongue, and whenever André swallowed, he felt Gideon in his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. His dick jerked at the thought.

His mouth watered.

He wanted so much more, and he already knew Gideon would give it to him. He touched André with greedy, possessive hands, and André didn't mind because he felt the same way.

Gideon dipped his head, kissing André's neck, licking his collarbone.

A groan left André as he arched, legs restless, dick begging for relief that Gideon seemed intent on prolonging. "Gideon."

"Hmm." He lifted his head. "You know what this means, don't you?" His voice was like cut glass, sharpened by the need in his eyes, the arousal tinting his cheeks. Holding André's gaze, he dragged a hand down André's chest and stomach, fisting his dick.

André trembled, muscles aching as he tried to hold still, but that battle didn't last long as he found himself pushing into the grip that wasn't nearly as tight as he wanted it to be.

Lips curving, Gideon lowered his head until their noses bumped and their lips brushed. "You know what this means?"

All André knew was that if Gideon didn't fuck him soon he wouldn't be responsible for his actions. "G-Gideon, please?—"

Gideon squeezed him, tongue flicking out to drag across André's bottom lip. André opened his mouth for him and Gideon's tongue plunged inside. He sobbed into the kiss, bucking into Gideon's fist, fucking himself, chasing the orgasm that was right there, so close, so fucking?—

Gideon's hold slackened and he broke the kiss abruptly.

André whimpered.

"The moment I give you my cock, you're mine," Gideon murmured against his lips. "Mine, André." He released André's shaft and dragged a finger lower, over his balls, tracing his hole, then dipping inside in shallow thrusts.

André moaned, ass coming off the bed. It'd been a long time since he'd allowed himself to be in this position with anyone. A long time. And now the hunger he'd been struggling with from the moment he'd met Gideon roared through him and he couldn't contain it any longer, couldn't fight it. All he could do was close his eyes and beg to be consumed.

"Please." He'd never been the begging type. But then again, he'd never fucked someone like Gideon Winters. He'd turned André into a beggar in no time flat.

Gideon's hand left him and the snap of a cap opening reached his ears. André kept his eyes closed, both hands fisting the sheets, legs wide, cock dripping. He wanted everything Gideon offered. Anything.

That was reckless and would no doubt come back to bite him in the ass, but he didn't care. He wanted Gideon in his ass , wanted him stretching him out the way he damn near rearranged André's tonsils.

Slick fingers pushed into him and he cried out, legs lifting to the ceiling, hips rolling. He clenched around them and Gideon hissed.

"Fuck, the way you squeeze me."

Heat washed over André. The pleasure in Gideon's voice was like a fucking aphrodisiac in itself. He opened his eyes and found Gideon staring down between them, watching his fingers tunnel in and out of André. Digging his heels into the mattress, André rocked back on those digits, fucking them with loud moans.

Teeth in his bottom lip, Gideon glanced up at him and winked before he dipped his head, licking a wet trail up the length of André's cock that lay dripping atop his lower belly.

A cry swelled in his throat only to get choked off when Gideon sucked his cock head into his mouth, tongue flicking over him while his fingers kept up their torture, ramming into André over and over.

André dropped his head back on the pillow, moans—his and Gideon's—filling the room as he fucked the other man's mouth while Gideon stretched him out with two fingers. The heat in his belly grew hotter and hotter, shaking his limbs, making him undulate. His toes curled into the mattress.

"Oh, fuck! Gideon, please!" He didn't want to come without Gideon inside him.

Gideon released his dick but kept right on destroying André with those fingers. "Are you mine?"

André barely heard him, he was too busy shaking as those fingers glided over his prostate. "Fuck!" Pleasure zinged through him—too intense, too much .

"Are you mine?" Gideon asked again. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, punishing too, and André writhed, struggling to keep his eyes open, to form a coherent thought. "Are you mine, André?"

"Yes!" he screamed. "I'm yours. Fuck. I'm yours, Gideon."

The fingers disappeared and then Gideon was pushing into him. André spread wide for him, hands on his taut ass, urging him on as Gideon eased inside.

Everything in André shut down. He was overloaded, could barely speak. Gideon filled him with no room to spare, hard and thick and pulsing.

"Fuck," Gideon bit out a hoarse curse. "Goddamn, you're so tight." He moaned, dick jerking inside André, hands coming up to frame André's face. He panted, breath blasting André, lips grazing his cheek. "The perfect fit."

André clutched him, arching as Gideon kept right on going until there was nowhere else to go. Until André was stuffed full of him. The heat from before was nothing compared to the heat of Gideon inside him. He reached up, gripping Gideon's hair, pulling his head down, kissing him. He poured every ounce of what he was feeling into the kiss, giving Gideon all his sounds, all his moans and groans, when the other man eased back.

He lit André up, made everything in him come alive. Only to kill him with one smooth stroke when he pushed right back inside. To the brim. André was stuffed to the brim and the pleasure was like nothing he'd experienced ever.

Exquisite and dangerous. He probably would've been afraid of it if he wasn't already so lost to it. Lost in their kiss. In the way Gideon held him, fucked him, moaned for him.

Lost to the multitude of sensations Gideon elicited in him, from him.

He fucked André slow and steady, every stroke hitting every sensitive spot inside André, making his eyes water and his body clench. Gideon had promised this, maybe not with words, but his every action, their every interaction, had promised this.

Now, he was delivering.

More than that, he was giving André everything he didn't even know he wanted in a partner.

Legs around his waist, ankles crossed over Gideon's ass, André met him stroke for stroke, breaking the kiss to bite down on Gideon's shoulder to muffle his cries when Gideon's thrusts sped up. They were hard and rough now, banging against André's spot, weakening him so that he could hardly hold on to Gideon.

The most he could do was lay there and stare up into the feral eyes of the man above him. Gideon didn't take his gaze off André, not once, and that, too, weakened André. That, too, had him feeling like he was already lost.

"You. Are. Mine." Gideon punctuated each word with a thrust. And André dug his nails into the other man's sweat- slicked back, feeling the rightness of that claim down to his bones. "Am I yours, huh?" He swiveled his hips, changing up his angle. "Am I yours?" he asked in André's ear as he leaned to one side, squeezing a hand between them to wrap around André's length.

"Fuck!" André arched off the bed, dick jerking in Gideon's grip.

"Am I yours?" Gideon stroked him, dick in André's ass, hand around his shaft. He stroked André until he was crying out, shaking hard enough to rattle the bed.

"Yesss." He gave them both the answer they wanted, but it was the truth. "You're mine," he told Gideon. His eyes struggled to stay open, but he didn't miss the strained grin on Gideon's face, the way the tendons in his neck stood out.

"Then come for me," Gideon ordered in a skin-tightening rasp. He pistoned in and out of André. "Come with me."

All he had to do was ask. Because between one stroke and the next, André cried out, body spasming as he exploded. Coming in Gideon's grip. As if from far away, he heard Gideon's almost-pained hiss, felt the kick of Gideon's cock inside him, then the warmth of his release.

Something about that heat. About that sticky claim. He was fucking glad they'd decided on no condoms earlier. His body shook in the aftermath of his climax, Gideon's too, and André clung to him, face buried in his sweaty throat.

Holding on for dear life.