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I quickly shook my head, ’cause ain’t no way I gave a crap about that.

“Me too, but that’s not it.” My pulse sped up like crazy. “A-are you sure?”

Biting his lip, he nodded while running his fingers through my hair in a way that challenged my sanity.

“Si, Santiago, estoy seguro.”

My heart just about exploded in my chest, and needing to have him, I closed the distance between us as I retook his lips. He kissed me back passionately, his tongue licking and nipping at my mouth as he wrapped his arms around my neck and spread his legs wider apart. Not letting him go, I reached a hand to grab the lube I kept on my nightstand. Without looking, I fumbled over the surface until I grabbed the bottle and brought it over.

“I’m already wet enough down there as it is,” he purred, lips ghosting mine.

“S-shit,” I choked, clumsily pouring the lube into my shaky hand before I spread it along my cock. I then aligned the head with his entrance and slowly pushed in. He was hot and tight, wet from my spit, and experiencing him raw for the first time was a whole new level of pleasure. The type I didn’t know could exist.

“Holy fuck,” I groaned, pushing another inch inside.

“Yeah.” He tilted his head back, his nails digging into my back. “I know.”

Now fully settled in, I gave him a moment to get used to the pressure before I began moving my hips. But on the first thrust, I already knew it was going to be embarrassingly quick.

Ariyan’s body quivered beneath me each time I hit his ass, and swallowed by his warmth, I increased my pace. Rolling my hips, I bottomed out inside him, only to pull all the way out and repeat the action. My balls smacked against his ass with each hit, the sound mixing with our breaths, which turned heavier by the second. Almost as if melting into each other, I lay on top of him, my weight crashing down on him while he kept his hands on my back. Still, wanting him to feel as good as I did, I quickly took his dick in my fist and began stroking him, matching the pace of my hips while I fucked him raw. He throbbed in my hand, and I used his precum as lube, my fingers smoothly moving along his shaft.

Feeling my thighs going numb and my climax building in the pit of my stomach, I closed my eyes.

“I’m close,” I groaned, body hot. “Fuck, I’m close.”

Ready to pull out so I wouldn’t come inside, I was shocked when he hooked his legs over my ass, keeping me locked in place.

“Ari—”

“Come inside me,” he said, eyes closed and cheeks flushed red.

“Fuck.” I dropped my head, burying it in the crook of his neck.

My cock throbbed, and I lost my rhythm as I burst, shooting my load deep inside his ass at the same time as he came in my fist, his hot cum spilling between my fingers, some of it getting on his chest and toned stomach. He moaned, his voice as rich as his scent, while he continued to come on my cock. I fucked him throughout his release, my dick only seeming to get harder until I was completely drained. But only physically, because emotionally, I was only beginning to process it all.

Lying like this, with his sweaty body underneath mine and his arms around me, I could die a happy man. Truly. At that moment, I realized I wanted nothing else in life but to have him. No money, no fame or glory, just him. It was a dangerous thought because a man like Ari wasn’t meant to be tamed, but maybe?

And while I knew it was time for me to pull out, I wanted this moment to last longer, so I stayed inside him until my dick grew soft, and even then, I didn’t move. Ari didn’t protest, and while I held him in my arms, he drew circles on my back, making this moment feel even more domestic than it already did.

“Having sex with you is like a drug,” I murmured before kissing his shoulder.

He huffed a lazy laugh. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“I mean it.” I finally slipped my cock out of him and rolled to my back. “Fucking you… I wanna do it until I die.”

He rolled to his side, perching up on one elbow as he brought his other hand to my chest.

“Be careful of what you wish for.”

I snorted, staring at the ceiling as I placed my hand on top of his. “Nah. After today? I mean it. I’ll happily die inside you.”

“You’re a weirdo.”

I turned to glance at him, my eyes meeting his. “I guess so.”

His lips curled into the most beautiful smile ever, and he was so handsome at that moment that I had to burn his precious expression into my memory.

“What are you doing?” he murmured, voice sleepy.