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“I could plug you,” Wylie said in response to Diego’s complaint, a practical and devious solution.

Diego’s gaze flicked from Wylie over to their toy drawer, looking slightly caught, but the darkness in his eyes told Wylie that the idea wasn’t entirely out of the question, so he sweetened the deal. “I could plug you and fuck you again as soon as we get home, give you a sweet, little send-off before bed. And then tomorrow morning, we can go get you a dog.”

Diego had mentioned a dog a few times now but was slow to act on it, needing to think through every possible scenario. Sometimes he needed a little nudge.

As Diego deliberated in silence, Wylie rolled onto his side and stroked down Diego’s back, until he reached the split of his ripe, plump peach. He traced the cleft to its opening and fingered the source of his pleasure. Soft, damp, and still slightly open. Diego hitched his hips a little higher, inviting him inside, so Wylie pushed one finger in, and then two. Everything about this man drove him absolutely wild.

And then Wylie had to have a taste of him. He tossed his vape aside and dove in, licking at his asshole in long, sweeping strokes. Cum and sweat and musk, the essence of their sex. He wanted back inside. If not now, then definitely later tonight. Diego moaned and adjusted his positioning to give him better access as Wylie continued to feast upon his favorite fruit.

“You’d keep it between us?” Diego asked, a little breathlessnow, grinding his groin against the bedsheet like an animal. “The plug, I mean.”

“Of course,” Wylie promised. Diego’s privacy was paramount. Wylie understood and honored that. He moved to lie beside Diego, still massaging his hole with two fingers while whispering dark promises in his ear. “It’ll be our little secret. And if you don’t like it, you can take it out.” Wylie wanted to remind Diego that even though he might be the dominant one at times, Diego was still in control.

“Take it out, like, in the bar bathroom?” Diego asked as if appalled.

“Or we can leave early. Just give me the signal.” A tap three times against the hand meant that it was time to go because one of them wasn’t feeling the vibe. They’d developed it after being trapped at one of Wylie’s classmate’s dinner parties, which had turned into a gloves-off debate about the proper use of parentheticals in legal citations. Diego was into it; Wylie was the one who had to fake a migraine.

“Okay,” Diego said at last, probably having worked his way through a half-dozen internal debates. “To the first part. We gotta talk more about the dog.”

“You got it, babe. Sit tight for me.”

Wylie reached into the toy drawer to grab the silicone plug. The lube was already lying on the bed, and he warmed a glob of it in his hands before coating the toy with it, out in the open so that Diego could watch him prepare it for him. No surprises.

“Roll over,” Wylie said to Diego, his dick hard as a rock and ready for round two, but this was about delayed gratification, his and Diego’s both. And patience.

Diego rolled onto his back and hitched up his knees, holding onto his shins without even having to be told, which sent a surge of satisfaction through Wylie. There was a faraway look in Diego’s eyes as he licked his lips with anticipation, probably some nerves too, which excited Wylie all the more. Wylie grabbed Diego’s chin and kissed him deeply, swallowing up the man’s moans as hereached between them and slowly, gingerly, slipped the plug inside. The resulting groan that Diego gave him was music to his ears.

“How’s that?” Wylie asked, nudging the plug so that it might brush against his prostate.

“It’s…ahh…hard to ignore,” Diego said, voice straining as he squirmed a little on the bed.

“Yeah,” Wylie said with a nod. “For me too. I’m going to have a boner all night thinking about this plug in your ass. Keeping my cum warm while we hang with our friends. And every time you shift in your seat to try and get comfortable, I’m going to think about later tonight, drilling into you so deep and so raw.”

“Fuck,” Diego said heatedly, dragging one hand down his sculpted chest. “Maybe we should cancel.”

“No, this is something we’re going to get through, together. I know you can do it. I have faith in you.”

“Just don’t tell me you’re proud. You know what that does to me.”

“And I’m proud of you,” Wylie countered with a devilish smirk.

“Shameless,” Diego said with a grin.

“And I love you.” Wylie pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead, hoping the words might convey just how deep this well of feeling for the man went. Bottomless.

“Yeah, I love you too.”

Wylie looked into his future husband’s warm brown eyes and saw the quiet trust shining there. He had found his person, the calm to his chaos and the steadying influence to his ambition. Of course he had a plan to lock it down, but he’d take this thing one day at a time, allowing their bond to strengthen and their foundation to solidify, all the while savoring these quiet moments of connection.

Life was long and for this man, the love of his life, Wylie would be patient.

CHAPTER 22

DIEGO

Livingwith Wylie wasn’t at all what he expected. Diego thought it might be difficult to share space with someone so closely, as it had been with his mom and uncle, to have someone watching and potentially judging every move he made. But Wylie seemed truly happy with Diego’s presence. Even when Diego got into one of his moods, Wylie would simply point to the second bedroom that had been transformed into their home gym and say, “go make me some more muscles, big guy.”

And for the most part, it worked. Wylie adapted well to his routines and did his best to stick to a schedule. They still bickered about small things like the appropriate number of spices to have (a lot) and how long a dirty dish should remain in the sink (no more than 24 hours), but even those issues were resolved with amusement and affection.