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“Bed,” Hank panted in his mouth, like it was the same for him.

As they stumbled over to it, Hank tugging up his sweatshirt and then his T-shirt, his hands hot on his even hotter skin, Ethan let out a disbelieving laugh.

Hank pulled back, eyes already a little wild. “What is it?”

His mouth was right there, red and wet from Ethan’s mouth, and he really wanted to just kiss him again. So near, he could nearly taste it again.

“Just . . . I kept thinking we were gonna take our time,” Ethan said, tone hushed. “Nowhere we need to be, nobody’s coming looking for us for twelve-plus hours. No well-meaning captain. No brothers. Empty hotel room.”

Hank smiled. “You’ve been thinking about this.”

“You haven’t?”

“Didn’t say that,” Hank said, leaning in and brushing a tender kiss across Ethan’s mouth. Unbelievably, it inflamed him even more than their wild kisses from only a few minutes before.

Then he pushed him back against the mattress and tugged down his sweatpants. “Been thinking about a lot of things,” Hank murmured. He leaned in and Ethan felt his warmth breath against his skin, spreading across his abs. Then Hank raised himself up, and their mouths met again. Hot but easy.

Ethan tangled his fingers in Hank’s hair, tugging him closer, swallowing his little groan as his grip tightened.

“You like that?” Ethan asked breathlessly.

“I like everything,” Hank answered, voice full of naked honesty, and that was even more of a turn-on.

Though, truthfully, just about everything to do with Hank either already made Ethan hot, or was beginning to.

Ethan tugged harder, and the sound Hank made was deliriously good. They kissed again, Ethan found himself chasing after it. Searching for ways to get him to make it again.

If he bit at Hank’s bottom lip and tugged it between his teeth, he made it. If he dug his fingernails into his shoulders, he made it, too.

They’d made out before, but it had never felt like this before. Like whatever training wheels they’d been relying on had simply melted away, now nonexistent.

“Fuck,” Hank muttered, grinding against Ethan’s thigh with his hard dick. “I want you so fucking bad.”

“Ditto,” Ethan replied. “Come on, come on.” He reached down and palmed Hank’s cock. Loving the way it twitched against his touch.

But to Ethan’s surprise, Hank didn’t shuck his own sweatpants. Instead, he lifted his mouth from Ethan’s and shifted downwards, pulling the rest of Ethan’s clothes with him.

For a long moment, Hank just stared at him, hungry expression and eager eyes. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he muttered.

Like Ethan was his best dream and worst nightmare, all rolled up in one.

Well. Ethan got that. He’d suffered too. Was sufferingnow, if he was being honest.

“All yours,” Ethan admitted, trying not to squirm about it. Maybe it made him vulnerable, his feelings all laid bare, but then it wasn’t like any of them had been a secret before this.

He’d been down bad for Hank for awhile now.

“Yeah,” Hank agreed, his voice cracking, exposing his own matching vulnerabilities. Then he leaned in and Ethan let out a surprised gasp as his mouth, hot and wet, closed over the head of his cock.

Hank lifted his eyes to his. “Never done this before,” he admitted. And he’d been right; maybe Ethan had stripped away his outer walls, but Hank kept matching him, layer for layer.

“You’re doing great so far,” Ethan said, full of longing and hunger. He’d imagined this, sure, but hadn’t let himself really conceptualize of it happening because they were both new to this.

Hank raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? You gonna tell me just how good?”

Ethan nodded eagerly, groaning as Hank’s mouth enveloped him again. It wasn’t perfect. Hank sucked a dick in a very Hank-like way. Being careful and deliberate, not necessarily losing himself, but applying himself in a very methodical way. Like he had a checklist in his head, and he was trying every single trick he’d read in whateverCosmoor Wiki article he’d pulled up as research.

But none of that really mattered. It was actually even more of a turn-on because itwassuch a Hank way to suck a dick. Nobodyelse would do it this way, and arousal rose, white-hot and demanding, at the thought that it was him. Thathewas doing it.