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“What are those?” Ethan demanded. “We’re both—” And then he broke off, because he’dbeensure that they’d both waited, but it occurred to him now that maybe Hank hadn’t. He couldn’t be pissed about that. They hadn’t made each other any promises. Not until Hank had gotten called back up.

But Hank just rolled his eyes. “It’ll be easier, okay? And if you want to ditch them after, we’ll do that, okay?”

Ethan felt the warm fire inside him grow a little brighter. “You’ve done research.”

“Well,yeah,” Hank said, sliding his pants down. “I wasn’t going to—youmatter.”

That fire grew even hotter. “You love me.”

“Yes,” Hank said. “Now lie back and think of the queen or something.”

“Oooh,” Ethan teased, “getting a little bitchy? I like it. Desperate, huh, babe?”

“For you? Yeah.” Hank kissed him again, pushing him back on the bed, hand finding its way between Ethan’s legs.

Ethan widened them further, welcoming Hank in.

Like he’d promised, Hank did go slow. Was careful. Took his time. But Ethan couldn’t be angry about it, or even impatient, because it was Hank conscientiously doing his best to make it good for him. To make sure he liked it, to make sure helovedit. Thumb sliding around his rim. One careful finger. Then two. Then three pressing right into where Ethan needed him so bad.

“Fuck,” Ethan cried, back bowing off the bed.

“That good?” Hank asked, still careful. Still deliberate. But Ethan could hear his voice beginning to fray around the edges, and when Ethan glanced down, he could see the wet spot on Hank’s gray boxer briefs. He wanted this. He wantedEthan.

“So fucking good,” Ethan promised, panting a little at just how good. “Would feel better if it was your dick.”

“In a minute.” Hank’s gaze kept slipping between Ethan’s face, like he wanted to memorize every flicker of pleasure that crossed over it, to where his fingers were thrusting between his legs, like he wanted to memorize the way a part of him looked inside Ethan, too.

Ethan whined about it, trying to find leverage to fuck himself more forcibly onto Hank’s fingers, but he kept his movements careful and deliberate. All the way up until the last moment before he finally slid them out, and he let all three press right upagainst that spot and Ethan cried out, pleasure spiking through him in a hard, inescapable wave.

“Oh my God,” Ethan cried out, every muscle tensing. He reached down and gripped his cock, hard. Not entirely sure if Hank kept that up, he wouldn’t come.

“Now you’re ready,” he said, his voice finally gone rough and his eyes wild and a flush rising all the way up from his chest to his cheeks.

Finally, he pulled his fingers out, and Ethan watched, enjoying the way they trembled on the condom package. Felt his heart hiccup as Hank positioned himself between his legs and leaned in, pressing a sweet kiss to the inside of Ethan’s knee.

“You ready, baby?” Hank asked and Ethan nodded, not sure he had the words anymore.

And words were definitely too much, especially when Hank began to slide inside, big and thick and undeniable. He couldn’t escape it, squirming a little on the mattress as Hank finally bottomed out.

“How’s that?” Hank murmured. “You feel fucking insane—I can’t. I . . .God.”

Ethan moved again, testing out the feeling. “Um move, I think?”

Hank gave a dark chuckle. “Can’t make any promises.”

But Ethan caught his cheeks between palms and told him, clearly and firmly, “I know you’ll make it good for me.”

Hank breathed in and then let it out, shaky but determined, and began to thrust. Careful at first and then wiggling around, Ethan found the better angle and urged him on.

It went from fine to good to fucking extraordinary, Hank thrusting harder and harder, fucking him right into the mattress. It was impossible not to cry about how good it felt, tears damp on his lashes, Ethan begging for more, so fuckingclose he thought he was going to die if Hank didn’t make him come soon.

“Soon,” Hank promised, panting hard. “Fuck, you feel—yeah.”

Ethan arched up and couldn’t wait a second longer. Felt himself on the precipice, the edge of it crumbling under his feet. “Can’t,” he cried out and then Hank closed his hand around his cock, oversensitive and wet on the head with all the precome he’d been leaking, and that was all it took for him to lose it. Clenching hard around Hank’s cock, Ethan came between them, and a second later, he felt Hank’s body tense and then vibrate as he followed him.

“Oh my God,” Hank mumbled into his shoulder as he collapsed against him. “Give me a second. I can’t . . . I don’t think I can move just yet.”

“Take your time.” Ethan could hear how dreamy and content he sounded. Like he was currently floating on cloud nine. Which, frankly, felt just about right.