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“You make me feel…” Luca drew in a deep, shuddering breath and kissed Chris’s other cheek. “…so much. I am constantly on edge and desperate for you. I want to show you how I can be. I want to…to feel there is no rush.”

Chris heaved a sigh. “Okay. I get it. But for the record, I’m glad I make you feel new things too. Means I’m not alone in this.”

Luca brushed his lips along the shell of Chris’s ear. Chris shuddered all over.

“Never,” Luca whispered.

The word sent a bolt of lightning through Chris’s whole body. Never. He reached up to stroke through Luca’s hair. “I’m glad it’s you.”

They breathed together until it got too heavy for Chris to take. “So, are you going to fuck me? Because I was promised a sex coach, and so far—”

Luca tickled across his ribs, and Chris squirmed, breathless with laughter.

When he stopped, he was propped up over Chris, staring down into his eyes. “Have you done this before?”

Chris snorted. “What part of me begging you to teach me how to not suck at sex lets you think I ever made it to anal?”

“It isn’t an achievement you build up to. It’s one act among many.”

“I get that, but it also isn’t something you ask for when you’re dating a girl and the sex is already terrible.”

“This—” Luca kissed him. “—will not—” Another kiss. “—be terrible.”

“I trust you.” Chris relaxed under him and lost himself in kissing for a while. Kissing after he had come had a different quality. There was no longer any urgency but, instead, a slow, syrupy sweetness. Of course, Luca had plenty of urgency left, and he pressed into each kiss, hands running all over Chris. That was nice too. Gratifying.

From the first time they kissed, his favorite thing about it was how into it Luca got, how much he wanted Chris. And Chris couldn’t believe he hadn’t considered Luca’s feelings might run deeper. If he’d been less in his head, less filled up with self-doubt and negativity, maybe he’d have understood Luca the other night in their apartment and—

It didn’t matter. They were here now. He held Luca closer and let him take whatever he wanted.

Luca grabbed the lube and settled between Chris’s legs again. “You’re sure?” he asked.

Chris spread his legs wider.

Luca kissed each of Chris’s thighs, and then his slicked-up fingers traced behind Chris’s balls, rubbing over his hole.

The sensation was strange and unfamiliar. Not bad, necessarily, but in wasn’t the direction that things usually went there.

“Try to relax,” Luca advised.

Easier said than done with one slim, elegant finger tucked up inside him, but Chris did his best. The second was a bigger stretch, but Chris breathed into it the way he would any new exercise at the gym.

Luca crooked his fingers.

Every muscle in Chris’s body clenched.

“Good?” Luca asked.

“I…don’t know?”

Luca did it again.

It did feel good, but with so much sensation, Chris didn’t know where to begin processing it.

“It will be more sensitive, since you already finished,” Luca explained. “Do you still want—”

Chris hoisted himself up onto his elbows to look at Luca. “I want. I won’t break. I’m a big, tough hockey player, remember?”

“You do not need to be tough in bed,” Luca said, but he smiled all the same.