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Andrew kept moving his finger, instinctively even increasing the pressure after a while. Soon, Andrew pressed a second finger to Edwin’s prick. Gasping, Edwin fucked upward into Andrew’s hand, craving even more friction. Only a few more thrusts sent him into complete ecstasy.

“Aah—oh, fuck, oh, God,” Edwin cried as his muscles shook from the surge of pleasure.

Dazed, Edwin reopened his eyes and let out a soft sigh. Andrew began to retract his hand, but Edwin caught him and repressed Andrew’s fingers to his prick.

“Not yet,” he said. “I need a minute, but then”—he paused to place a firm kiss on Andrew’s lips—“more.”

Andrew laughed lightly.

“Uhm, well, it’s only fair, isn’t it?” he asked. “Given the number of times you’ve brought me to orgasm.”

Edwin grinned. He couldn’t argue with that.

After a couple of seconds of pause, Andrew began moving his hand again, only this time, the man’s touch was lighter, slower, softer, as though he was only exploring for now while Edwin recovered from his orgasm. Looking into Andrew’s eyes, Edwin let himself become lost in them. His chest began to swell and ache in the most pleasant and comforting way.

How lucky he was to have found Andrew.

One minute passed, or perhaps two, and then Andrew’s hand slid lower. Andrew’s eyes then widened a little, and a faint blush colored his cheeks.

Edwin’s stomach lurched as he registered what Andrew must have just noticed.

“You’re . . . wet,” Andrew said cautiously. Edwin winced, which made Andrew wince, too. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m not sure if that was all right for me to say. But it was something I noticed. And I-I could tell that you noticed that I noticed something and so I thought I ought to say what that something was and—” He cut himself off and closed his eyes while letting out a breath. “Drat. I’m sorry.”

Unease curdled in Edwin’s stomach, and he frowned. It wasn’t that he was hurt that Andrew had pointed it out (though he wished he had thought to talk to Andrew about it earlier) but that Andrew clearly felt so bad about noticing it and saying something about it. After all, Edwin himself may have still been figuring out the specifics surrounding their intimacy, but so was Andrew. And Edwin never wanted either of them to feel as though they were walking on eggshells.

“It’s perfectly fine to notice things about me, Andrew. I know we’re both still new at this.” Edwin reached up and moved a hand through Andrew’s hair, relishing the feel of it slipping through his fingers. “And I know I am.” His face flushed. “W-wet, I mean.”

“Did you mind me saying so?”

“I’m . . . not sure,” Edwin admitted. “I haven’t ever thought about someone else noticing it before. It’s . . . well, I’ve been pleasuring myself for a long time, and I’m accustomed to how my body behaves. So, I hadn’t even thought to bring it up earlier. And I’m still . . . trying to work out how I feel about you noticing it.” Rolling his bottom lip between his teeth, Edwin thought it over. “Do you like it?”

“It, uhm, it reminds me of the way my cock leaks when I’m particularly aroused.” Andrew’s eyes fell to his still-hard cock, and he huffed a light laugh. “Like now. Or pretty much every other time we’re together like this.” He locked eyes with Edwin, and his face reddened even more. “I like it,” he said with conviction. “I hope that’s . . . not a bad thing for me to say.”

Edwin’s stomach fluttered from the compliment. He smiled warmly.

“No, it’s not,” he said. “Actually, that makes me like it more, too.”

Andrew nuzzled Edwin’s nose.

“Can I make you come again?” he whispered. “I really loved touching you, Edwin. I loved stroking your prick.”

Another flash of heat rushed to Edwin’s groin. Sitting up a little, he took hold of Andrew’s hand and fucked up into it.

“God, yes, Andrew,” he said. “And then I want to make you come, too.”

Andrew rotated his hand, pressing his thumb to Edwin’s prick, and Edwin let out a contented, lust-filled sigh as he fell back onto the mattress and surrendered himself to it.

Over the next few hours, the two kissed and cuddled and pleasured each other as the city began to be blanketed in the mid-March snow.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Andrew

Staring into Edwin’s eyes, Andrew was lost in a blissful post-orgasm haze. Never before had he known a connection like this—pure and honest and more profound than he would have ever thought possible. Edwin had trusted him with something enormous. He had trusted Andrew with his truth. And now, Andrew knew with unwavering certainty that their relationship was not a temporary thing—some ephemeral fantasy-turned-reality that would soon fade—but something that was both real and permanent. Andrew had fallen in love with Edwin. Not only the version of Edwin he’d known a mere twelve hours before, but the one before him now, with his secret laid bare.

Andrew threaded his fingers through Edwin’s hair, pushing his blond locks off of his forehead. He opened his mouth to speak his truth as those strands of hair fell back into place.

But before he could, Edwin’s eyes flitted over to the window next to the bed.