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“You read my mind, music man.” He glanced back to see Mason suck on his own fingers, getting them nice and wet. Gavin’s body thrummed with excitement. His prick burned as he rubbed it against the thick comforter.

His hands fisted in the pillow when Mason worked two fingers inside him. It had been too long since he’d been penetrated, since he felt someone inside him. Even though they’d been together numerous times, this was the first time he’d gone near Gavin’s ass.

“Fuck…yes. Go faster,” he begged.

Mason’s fingers thrust forward, went deep and then pulled out again.

“I want my tongue on you, too.”

Gavin went lightheaded when a wet tongue flicked over his hole. Mason kept it up, fingering and licking until Gavin thought he would go insane. He pumped his hips, let his dick thrust against the bed as Mason owned his hole for the first time. It wasn’t with his cock, but fuck, this still worked him just as well.

“Stop.” The word forced itself from his lips, because stopping was the last thing he wanted Mason to do. “You have to fucking stop or I’m going to lose it.” And then Mason would have to get him hard again so Gavin could fuck him.

Mason didn’t slow down. Didn’t stop fingering his ass. Licking his hole. Gavin didn’t stop thrusting, either—into the bed, then pushing his ass in Mason’s face.

It was the combination of the three, the friction on his rod and the play behind, that got him.

He buried his face in the pillow. His whole body tensed in the best way, tensed in the way that said it was preparing to let go.

When Mason’s fingers pushed in deeper, when they went for his prostate, rubbing the sensitive spot, Gavin couldn’t hold it back. He thrust again, his cock leaking all over the bed. Mason’s tongue circled him again, making him shoot again, then again, as he emptied his load.

Damned if his body didn’t feel like deadweight. Like Mason has taken everything out of him. Fuck.

There was a rustling behind him. Mason’s tongue was gone, and then his fingers, and then his weight. Gavin rolled just as Mason went up on his knees, jerking himself off.

“Christ, you got me right there. Just fucking watching you and I’m right there.”

No way could Gavin not be a part of this. He wet his fingers in his mouth, then reached a hand up and behind Mason. He bent over Gavin’s body, ass in the air, using one hand to hold himself up and the other to work his dick.

Gavin pushed his fingers inside. Wished like hell it was his half-hard cock inside Mason.

It didn’t take long—a few hard thrusts of Gavin’s fingers, a few pumps of Mason’s hand, and then he erupted, ribbons of white, sticky come landing on Gavin’s stomach, mixing with his own.

As Mason went down, his heavy weight astride Gavin, all he could think about was how explosive they were together.

How good they felt together, and not just when they fucked, either.

He hadn’t expected it to happen….but he was damn glad it did.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Gavin stirred, naked, beneath him. Mason pried his eyes open, not even aware that he’d fallen asleep. Darkness still encased the room, telling him that it was the middle of the night. Mason’s body was sticky, and as he ran a hand down Gavin’s abs, he realized his lover was the same.

“You weren’t kidding about the small window between orgasm and passing out, were you?” Mason’s hand vibrated on Gavin’s chest as he spoke, his voice scratchy.

“Hey, not all the time. I’m always up for a round two, and it doesn’t sound like I’m the only one who fell asleep.”

“I’m sorry. About the shit with Isaac. I’m not usually a jealous man. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“You’re a man. You want to know what’s yours is yours. I get it. I’m not fucking my ex. I won’t fuck my ex. But if we’re going to do this, you have to trust me. I don’t play games, and I don’t take shit, either.” Mason rubbed his thumb through the hair on Gavin’s chest, wanted to feel it against his skin. “Don’t accuse me again, and if you’re in, we’ll define everything right now. There’s something about you that I can’t get out of my head.”

Had he been looking for a relationship? Hell, no, but he might have found one. Mason was okay with that. And if Gavin wanted to keep it strictly fucking, he’d deal with that, as well.

Gavin turned, threw a heavy leg over Mason. He fucking loved that. The weight of another man on top of him. Gavin’s hand went down, cupped Mason’s balls.

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