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“I’m gonna prep you fast, baby boy.”
I’m too keyed up for anything else. I need him like oxygen.
He nods, whimpers echoing in his throat.
I cover my fingers in lube, then press two to his hole. It pulses against my fingers, and when I start working them inside him, his body swallows them.
I’d swear he’s made for me, and this is further proof.
Arlo jerks and moans and shifts his hips restlessly, and when I press a third finger in alongside the other two, a loud keening cry tears from his throat.
“I’m ready,” he pants. “Please don’t make me wait anymore.”
I pull my fingers out of him, watching as his hole contracts around nothing. Then I surge up, pressing my lips to his as I settle between his spread legs.
He hooks one around my waist, using it to try pulling me closer. I adjust until I’m lined up with his entrance, the wet heat tempting me. Driving my hips forward, I sink into him inch by inch, swallowing his moan as I kiss him deeper.
There’s nothing like this. Nothing like the moment that we’re connected this way.
When I’m buried as deep inside him as I can be, I break our kiss, holding my hips still.
He blinks up at me, his eyes gorgeous and shining.
“You look so beautiful, Arlo,” I whisper into the space between us.
He hasn’t said anything in a long time about feeling like he’s just sex to me, but I still worry sometimes that’s all he sees himself as. He’s beautiful and perfect, yes. But he’s so much more than that.
With his tight hole clenching around me and his breathing ragged, I lean closer. Close enough that I can whisper in his ear.
“I love you so much. I love the way you feel around me.” He inhales sharply. “I love the way your eyes go hazy when we’re like this. I love the way you part your lips when I rock my hips just so. I love the way you moan and plead for me. But more than that, I just love you.”
A shiver races through him.
I brush my lips over the shell of his ear. “I love your heart. It’s so fucking big, Arlo. I love how kind and caring you are.” Arlo digs his fingers into the muscles of my back, his blunt nails burning across my skin. “I love how hard you fight for the people you love. How you show up and don’t let anything stop you from getting what you want.”
He whimpers, his hips shifting under mine.
“I love your drive and work ethic and how you don’t take shit from anyone. God, I’m just so fucking endlessly in love with you.”
He’s panting now, his head moving back and forth on the pillow, his fingers flexing against my back.
“Move,” he chokes out. “I need you to move.” His words are punctuated with his heel digging into my ass, trying to urge me along.
I pull almost all the way out, my cock throbbing at the way his body tries to keep me inside him. I pause with just the tip of my cock holding him open, waiting. I’m not any better off than Arlo. All my muscles are twitching, desperate with the urge to thrust into him. To mark him. To claim him.
Arlo moans. “Fuck, please. I need you. Please, baby.”
The baby is too much for me. I thrust hard, bottoming out inside him. We both moan, and I do it again, drawing out of him slowly before snapping my hips forward.
Arlo jerks beneath me, his body nearly convulsing as I fuck into him over and over.
He’s so warm inside, his tight channel squeezing me and milking my cock. It’s unreal.
“You feel so fucking good, baby boy,” I murmur, punctuating each word with a thrust.
He lets out a breathless laugh. “Me? I—” His words cut off with a gasp. “You—”
I shake my head, grinning at his adorable inability to speak. He doesn’t need words if we’re kissing, though, so I seal our lips together.
