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I bit back a laugh and instead tried to make myself sound as gentle and non-judgmental as possible. “You have a limited view on the kinds of things adults should be allowed to like.” I rubbed my hand up and down his back. “The kind of adult who likes to get spanked is the perfect adult for the kind who likes to do the spanking. You’re not wrong or weird for liking it.”

“I came.” His groan was full of anguish. “Untouched. Like a… like a guy who’d never had his dick touched before.”

“You came like a guy who was lost in the pleasure of his body. It was beautiful.”

He twisted around and looked up at me. His eyes were still glassy, slightly puffy, and more than a little red. His cheeks were far rosier now, and it made his dark blue eyes stand out even more.

“Matthew?”

My name came out as a question, and I already knew the answer was yes. Yes, you can kiss me. And touch me. Yes, I’m yours tonight to do with as you please. Yes. A thousand times yes. There was something about Troye that made me feel like a cat who’d stolen a bag of catnip and had torn it open.

“Yes,” I said as he reached for me, his fingers brushing against my cheek. “Anything.” I answered his next question before he thought to ask it.

Troye’s mouth was soft against mine. Tentative at first, but a little more bold once he got a taste of me. He shifted in my lap, and I pulled him closer, caged him against me as he explored my mouth.

If you’d have told me earlier that I’d be kissing the irritating asshat who got me kicked off the plane, I’d have laughed. Now, though… Everything was different. Now I saw past the annoying man I’d met on the plane. Now I was aware of the tender soul that lived in his body. The way he couldn’t take a compliment to save his life. The way he shied away from any kind of praise like it was a loaded weapon. The way he’d arched up into me between strikes like he was starved for any sort of touch. Even one that lit him on fire.

He pulled away from me, just a bit, just enough so he could speak. I felt the word puff out, the more air than sound. “Please.”

I didn’t have to ask what he meant. I knew what he wanted because I wanted the same thing. The more I got to know him, the more I wanted to get to know him. I’d been surprised to learn that his passions aligned with mine. And then when he’d asked me to spank him, a thrill had shot up my spine.

I’d hoped he’d work up the courage. He’d been so sweet and angry in his restless desperation. Resisting him had been nearly impossible, and then he’d asked me. And now I didn’t have to resist. Wrapping my arms around him, I rolled over, pinning him underneath me. On another occasion, I wanted to fuck him with the lights on. I wanted to take him apart one atom at a time, and I would watch every micro-expression as I deconstructed him.

For now, I pinned him to the bed, and he shoved at my pants, pushing them down to free my cock and bare my ass.

“I don’t have supplies,” I admitted.

“What? You mean you weren’t planning on hooking up with the angry gamer who got you booted off the plane?”

A laugh bubbled out of me. “Definitely wasn’t on my agenda.”

Troye wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down. “This is fine. This is enough.”

He pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. With a subtle tilt of my head, I slanted my mouth over his.

Our kiss was unhurried, and I luxuriated in the feeling of him beneath me. He’d kicked off his pajama pants. Well, my pajama pants. I fucking loved seeing him in my clothes, but they were gone now and he wrapped a leg around me, urging me closer.

I pressed my body against his, breathless and sweaty. Our cocks were trapped between us. Troye was hard again already. My cock had been hard since he put my pajama pants on. I’d only just resisted the feral urge to tear them off of him by pretending to work on my laptop. In reality, I’d been typing nonsense in a draft email to make it look like I was doing something important.

Troye’s whimpers made me come undone, and I started rocking my body against his in languid motions. Troye kissed me like he was drowning, and I was the lifeline. He clung to me, fingers digging into my back, tracing lines along my shoulder blades. I shivered when he played with the hair at the back of my neck. I’d always been sensitive there.

Amused, he did it again. And again. It made me wild, the way he touched me. The way he played my body like it was an instrument, and he was able to master me on the spot. When I thought I’d go crazy with the way he touched me there, he moved on, running his hands over me until he found a new spot that made me react.

Troye was turning out to be a tactile lover. If I had more time, I’d tie him down and tease him within an inch of his life. Some people got off on pain, and Troye had certainly enjoyed the spanking, but I could see him liking the other side of the coin. Softness. Feathers and silk and delicate fur all over his body. Paired with the sharpness of ice, it would be a joy to play with him.

And I’d praise him the whole time too. I’d gag him so he couldn’t argue about it, and I’d tell him how beautiful he was. How good. And I’d keep saying it until he believed it.

But now I was too addicted to the way he felt underneath me, pinned, but not helpless. Troye writhed, rocking our bodies together. He still had a leg wrapped around me, and every so often his heel would dig in, urging me to move faster or press harder. I let him have the illusion of control.

I could tell when Troye was getting close by how his whimpers increased in frequency and intensity.

“That’s right. Let go. Come for me, Troye.” I practically growled in his ear as I ground my body against his. His breath hitched, his body stiffened, each muscle tensing briefly before he snapped.

Troye twisted and bucked, coming undone beneath me. I kissed him softly on the corner of the mouth. “That’s a good boy.”

He whimpered when I said it, like he wanted to argue but didn’t have the strength or the vocabulary.

When I sat up, he reached for me, grabbing on to me like he was terrified I was going to leave.