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Diego licked his lips, wanting that big dick inside him more than he wanted his next breath. Was this a bad idea? Probably. But they had two weeks, and he wasn’t going to waste another minute with the man he maybe, quite possibly, more probably, loved.

How in the hell had he let this happen?

CHAPTER 13

WYLIE

Diego was makingit really fucking hard not to love him, especially now that they were practically living together. It didn’t hurt that Wylie had just sort of… stayed over and never left. It madelogisticalsense. Wylie could give Diego rides to and from work while also having a real bed to sleep in–he’d done it for the sake of his back–which also meant falling into bed with Diego every night and waking up to his soft snores every morning. Making breakfast together or delaying breakfast to suck his dick or make love to him nice and slow until they were both fully awake. They may have their differences, but they could both agree that morning orgasms were the best way to start the day.

Wylie loved having a man to come home to–this man, in particular–though he tried not to get too attached. They were friends, and that was it. Friends who fucked and prepared meals together and worked out together and gazed at one another while the other one was asleep while dreaming of a future together.

Well, Wylie did.

He wanted Diego in his life for a very long time, possibly forever, but Diego was determined that they live in the present. Plus, Wylie was leaving soon–tomorrow, in fact–which made this a kind of vacation from reality where there were no arguments ordiscussions about where this thing was headed. Just blissful domesticity and incredible sex.

So. Much. Sex.

Presently, Wylie had Diego on his hands and knees and was working his way inside him from behind while the other man shuddered and groaned underneath him. Wylie was captain of this ship, steering them both toward an eventual climax, but he liked to draw it out a bit, rile Diego up so that he was frustrated and impatient for more. “Get on with it,” the big man loved to say, which ignited Wylie’s sadistic side every time.

Besides, it took Diego a minute to warm up, despite what he might claim, and Diego’s eventual surrender was always worth the wait. Once Wylie was able to break through Diego’s walls, they were practically nonexistent.

“I’ve got you,” Wylie whispered in his lover’s ear. He tugged on Diego’s earlobe with his teeth, gently coaxing him, “Come on and let me in.”

Diego’s shoulders rippled and tensed, and then Wylie finally felt him give way, opening up to him with a bone-deep shudder. Suddenly everything was easier as Wylie slotted inside, balls-deep. So warm and inviting, like coming home. Diego panted as if he’d just sprinted a mile. “That’s it, baby. You feel so nice around my cock. My sweet honeypot. How is it for you?”

“Good,” Diego grunted, a man of few words, but his body told the whole story. There was so much of him to hold, caress, and torment. Wylie made it his mission to eek out those reluctant moans of pleasure that shook Diego to his core. He started off slowly, giving Diego a chance to catch up. But soon enough, Diego was meeting his strokes pound-for-pound, until he was pushing back with force, grinding against Wylie’s dick and begging with his greedy moans for him to go deeper, harder.

“You are incredible,” Wylie marveled as Diego squeezed his cock so sweetly and Wylie sought out that magic button that lit him up like a firework every time. He was beginning to understand Diego’s way of communicating during sex, every sigh andmoan, every twitch of muscle and shuddering response. Wylie aimed to know every facet of his lover, to know just how far Wylie could push before needing to pull him back again.

“You feel sogood,” Wylie crooned, when what he really wanted to say was,I love you so muchandbe mine forever.The sex was messing with his head, making him too vulnerable and needy. He should focus on anythingbuthis feelings for the man, so instead, he admired the way Diego’s muscles shifted and tensed every time he bottomed out. He reveled in the sounds of their sex–the wet slap of flesh, the squish of lube, Diego’s harsh pants–and how the friction got sweatier and messier as they went on. And Diego, completely open and uninhibited and begging for more.

“Yessss,” Diego groaned, long and deep. “Yes, please. Right there.” Wylie’s eyes landed on that tribal tattoo and he pressed his palm flat against Diego’s skin, his own lucky talisman that egged him on.

“You gonna come for me, stud?” Wylie asked and reached up to grab Diego’s thick hair, tugging at the root so that his head bent backward and his spine arched, allowing him to get a fraction deeper inside.

“Yeah, gonna come.” Diego shifted his weight to grab his own dick, but Wylie dropped down on the mattress to brace himself on both sides.

“Let me.” Reaching underneath them, Wylie found Diego’s dick solid and strong, a magic wand in the palm of his hand for Wylie to pleasure or deny at will. The lube was elsewhere, but Diego didn’t mind it dry, and Wylie had jacked him enough times to know his preferred technique, with his thumb rubbing against the ridge of his cockhead, squeezing the shaft to the point of pain. Wylie wished he could use his other hand to tug on Diego’s balls, but he had to maintain his rhythm. Diego’s sounds were helpless and tortured and barely coherent as Wylie hammered away at his prostate and jerked his cock roughly.

“Beg for it, baby,” Wylie said, wanting desperately to hear his man’s broken pleas.

“Just like that. So deep. Don’t stop. Right there.Right fucking there.Yes, oh yes. Oh my god. Fuck me, Wy. Yes.Please make me come.”

No resistance and no backtalk. Diego was so good for him in bed–so obedient and eager to please.If only that translated to everyday life,Wylie thought ruefully. Diego’s ass strangled his cock as the man roared out his pleasure. His prick throbbed in Wylie’s hand and spit cum all over the bedsheets, big body quaking from the force of his orgasm.

Knowing Diego was satisfied, Wylie growled as his baser instincts took over, and he hammered into the man with the single-minded focus of getting off. The friction was immaculate as Wylie climbed to otherworldly heights and found his own climax in the clouds. He hung suspended there for a precious few moments, body weightless and his mind blissfully blank, finishing inside Diego with a great heaving sigh of relief. Nothing felt as primally possessive as marking his man, and he hoped, on some level, that Diego felt it too.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Wylie said on a deep exhale, resting his weight fully on Diego’s broad shoulders. There was always a niggling worry at the back of his mind that he wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him, but there and now, with Diego purring underneath him like a sated jungle cat, he felt like a fucking boss.

“Yeah,” Diego said with a mixture of awe and admiration, answering the question before Wylie even had to ask.

“Was it good?” Wylie asked anyway, shoving back into him so that his dick might stay wedged inside his cozy little asshole a while longer. He traced the shape of Diego’s ear with one finger and waited for a response.

“You know it was good,” Diego said with a grunt, always so reluctant to give praise, which made comments like these all the more rewarding.

“Your ass squeezed my dick so tight at the end there. You been working out that hole for me?”

“Shut up. Are you gonna eject or do you plan to camp out there all day?” Diego asked, feigning irritation. The idea had merit. Wylie decided to test the waters.