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“It is,” he whispers, his tongue coming out to swipe his lower lip as his pupils dilate.
When I’m close enough to touch him, I wrap my hand gently around his throat, pulling him toward me.
His sharp inhale makes heat flood my stomach. No one has ever made me feel the way he does. I don’t think that’ll ever change.
I dip my head, pressing my lips to his. Tightening my grip a little, I deepen the kiss, my cock jerking when he lets out a breathy moan.
When I break the kiss, he tries to follow me, chasing my mouth like he can’t live without it.
“What do you need, baby boy?” I ask, dragging my lips over his jaw.
“You,” he rasps. “I just need you.”
I steal another quick kiss, unable to resist. “On the bed.”
Arlo blinks up at me with soft eyes. “How do you want me?”
My sweet baby boy. “On your back. I want to look into those gorgeous eyes of yours while you’re coming on my cock.”
He groans, the sound echoing through the room.
I drag my thumb along the side of his throat, then let go of him. As soon as I do, he turns and climbs onto our bed, settling in the center. He’s spread out looking like an angel, his cock lying swollen against his lower stomach, and his eyes glued to me. “Are you gonna get undressed?”
Without a word, I lift my shirt over my head and toss it to the side. Arlo scans my body, his eyes greedily taking me in. “You like what you see, baby boy?”
His eyes snap to mine, then he rolls them. “Don’t ask dumb questions. You know I do.” He laughs. “Sometimes it feels like a dream. What do you mean that man I had a huge crush on ended up liking me too.”
I hook my fingers into the waistband of my sweats, then push them down my legs before stepping out of them. “It’s a little more than like. I’m actually pretty fucking in love with you.”
After climbing into the bed beside him, I place my hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart.
His throat bobs heavily. “Yeah, I’m pretty fucking in love with you too.”
Leaning in, I brush my nose over his. “My sweet, sweet Arlo.”
His heart thumps hard against my palm, a whiny noise echoing in his throat. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Yours.”
“Damn right you’re mine.”
I catch his lips in a soft kiss, licking at the seam of them until he opens for me. The last time Arlo came in like this, stripping his clothes off, he was on his stomach, his hands above his head.
I was drowning in the need I had for him. Gasping for air with how badly I needed him and suffering from how little I got to have of him. I don’t want that this time. I want to see him. I want to watch his eyes. I want to take him slowly, make him writhe on my cock. I want to drown in his eyes and not in my agony. I want his hands on me. I want to touch him and be touched.
Arlo whimpers into my mouth, his back arching. “Please,” he whispers against my lips. “Please, Jasper.”
Doesn’t he know by now that I’ll give him literally anything he wants?
I kiss my way from his lips to his jaw, brushing them over his smooth skin.
Tilting his head back, I drag my lips down the column of his throat before sucking lightly on his Adam’s apple. He gasps, his hand coming up to tangle in my hair.
I’m surprised when he pushes on my chest, and I raise myself up, staring down at him.
“On your back,” he whispers, his lips turned up in a little grin.
I roll onto my back, and he straddles my waist. Gripping his hips, I blink at him. “What are you doing, baby boy?”
“I want to touch you.”
