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“You love me.”

“Apparently, very much.” Wilder flung himself backward onto the bed so they were eye level. “I hope that’s okay.”

Merrick nodded.

Wilder leaned in and kissed him, so gentle and daring, nothing like the kisses they’d shared before, nothing like the punishment Wilder had put them both through. Merrick whimpered, his entire body searching for more of that tenderkindness, and Wilder offered it back in spades. With delicate caresses over his ribs and his arms, the careful way Wilder hiked their bodies together, Merrick’s knee hitched over his hip.

“I love you,” Merrick said back, a whisper into their kiss.

“You don’t have to?—”

“I love you,” he said again. “I love you, Sir. Wilder. I?—”

Wilder cut him off with a hot swipe of his tongue, the wet connection of their mouths as the kiss deepened. Merrick didn’t bother holding back. He’d already made a mess during his punishment, and so he poured his want into Wilder’s mouth, hips thrusting in search of friction while Wilder kissed him.

“Easy now,” Wilder soothed, his hand finally moving between their bodies and curling around Merrick’s cock. “I’ve got you.”

“I know.”

It was work for Wilder to get his own pants open with one hand as the other stayed firmly pressed against Merrick’s neck and jaw. Eventually, it was both of their cocks together in Wilder’s hand, and nothing left in Merrick’s body except for pleasure. There was no rush in those moments, both of them seeming to enjoy the sound of their own breathing, the desperate noises that fell out of Merrick’s mouth.

Wilder touched him like they had all the time in the world and, finally, that was enough. Merrick came hard and long, his release painting both of their stomachs and Wilder’s steady fingers. His cum slipped down both of their shafts, and his entire body trembled at the change in temperature, in sensation. Wilder came next, their foreheads pressed together and breath mingled.

That was what Merrick wanted to paint, the way every line in Wilder’s face went slack when he felt good, the way his lips turned down a little and his chin quivered. Wilder grimaced when he came, the first shot always looking like it hurt himbefore pleasure took over. Merrick wanted to commit it all to his sketchbook.

“I want to draw you like this,” he said before he could think better of it.

Wilder exhaled a laugh through his nose. “What part of me?”

“All of them.” Merrick traced his fingers across the corner of Wilder’s lips. “Here, and here.” He dragged his way down Wilder’s jaw. “I want to draw the way the veins in your arm bulge when you jerk off. I want to figure out the exact color of your cockhead before you blow.”

Wilder made a rough sound at that, crashing their mouths back together before Merrick could say anything more. Merrick’s body hurt, but he’d never felt better, never been happier. At least not until Wilder flipped on top of him, pressed his hands against Merrick’s chest and pinned him flat against the bed.

“I don’t know how I made it this long without you.”

Merrick blinked back more tears, grabbing Wilder’s shirt and pulling their bodies back together. He initiated the kiss and Wilder allowed it, and they kissed until they were lost in each other again, until the only thing Merrick could feel was the throbbing need in his cock.

“Wilder. Sir.”

“I know,” Wilder whispered, riding him and grinding their cocks together.

It was indecent to see their dicks smashed together, sticky and swollen, and he regretted the dinner he’d made, hated they were at his apartment and not Wilder’s house. Wilder continued to ride him, throwing his head back in the way he did before he came. Merrick settled his hands around Wilder’s hips and let him take control, not that he didn’t have it already, but Wilder’s body turned wild, uncontrollable. There was nothing Merrick could do besides watch Wilder move on top of him, chasing another orgasm.

Wilder’s hips stuttered and he fell forward, bracing himself with one hand in the middle of Merrick’s chest. He came with a strangled cry, going still as he shot his load all over Merrick’s stomach. Wilder drew in a breath and then started to move again, using the weight of his body and the friction from his still leaking cock to draw a second orgasm out of Merrick that left them both sweaty and breathless. Wilder collapsed beside him on the bed, and Merrick rolled onto his side, tucking himself against Wilder’s chest.

“I know,” Wilder murmured, folding Merrick into his arms and kissing the top of his head.

“I’ll look into a showing.”

“I know.”

Merrick closed his eyes and caught his breath, turning his attention from the ache in his chest to the soft slide of Wilder’s hands moving over his body. Wilder rolled him onto his stomach and slid between his legs.

“What are you doing?” he murmured.

“Making sure you’re not hurt.”

“It does hurt,” he said, using his arms as pillows to prop his face up.