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Which was true. Now really wasn’t the time to...what? Have a new fuck buddy?

His circumstances tried to push their way in again, but then Braden spoke. “Your dick in your pants is the last thing either of us wants right now. Let it go. Enjoy it and put your goddamned tongue on me again. Neither of us thinks this means we’re moving in together. There’s nothing wrong with taking something for yourself.”

He intended to do just that, though... “So this isn’t for you, too?” He pushed his fingers deeper, hooked them and briefly brushed Braden’s prostate before pulling them free and tonging him again.

“Fuck. This is so fucking for me.”

Braden’s ass moved against his mouth. He could do this all day, but his dick hurt, too, felt like it would explode if he didn’t find himself inside Braden right fucking now.

Wes pulled back, got off the bed, and went to his closest. He had a box on the top shelf that he reached for.

“Nice view,” he heard Braden say behind him, but he didn’t reply. Just grabbed the lube and a condom, covering himself as he made it back to the bed in about two short steps.

Braden still lay on his stomach, his hands holding onto Wes’s black headboard. Wes flipped open the lube, squirted a little on his dick and some in his hand before dropping it to the floor.

The second he lay on top of Braden, he spread his cheeks, lubed his hole and pushed inside. “Goddamn.” He held himself still for a second so he didn’t fill the condom right then. He pulled out before thrusting again.

His hands covered Braden’s, he held on. The hair on their arms and legs rubbed together. His ass fit against Wes’s crotch as he worked him.

“Can you come like this? Do you need to be jerked off, too?” he asked.

Braden’s reply was breathless. “If you fuck me hard enough.”

Gauntlet thrown, challenge accepted.

He gripped Braden’s hands tighter, pulled almost all the way out, then slammed forward again. Over and over he pumped into Braden, fucked him deep. “God, I love ass. You are so fucking tight.”

Each time he pushed into Braden, the man’s body thrust forward. Did he like the feel of the blanket rubbing against his cock? Like the slap of their bodies hitting together over and over again?

“Yeah...fuck. Right there,” Braden gritted out. “Harder.”

Wes pulled almost all the way out again and slammed forward. Their bodies slapped together again and he kept going. Faster, harder, until his orgasm was right fucking there.

While Wes pummeled him, he bit into Braden’s shoulder at the same time, felt his body tense and shudder as he called out in completion, too.

“Holy shit.” Wes rolled off him. “I needed to come.”

Braden turned to his back, semen on his stomach. “You? I just sucked you off last night.”

“You did? I don’t remember.” Wes’s playfulness made his brows pull together. He wasn’t usually like this after sex.

“If I could move I’d blacken your eye so it matches mine for talking shit, or do it again just so you could hear yourself scream again to remind you.”

Wes shook his head, glancing at Braden’s slightly darkened eye. “I didn’t scream.” He pulled the condom off and tossed it into the trash, then grabbed a towel and wiped himself off. When he rolled back over, his body came into contact with Braden’s. Braden, who looked thoroughly fucked and like he didn’t plan on moving for a long time.

It made him proud.

It scared him to death.

Chapter Eleven

Braden felt the air in the room thicken. Or more correctly, he saw Wes’s body stiffen—and not his cock, either. That he could handle.

“You never spend the whole night with anyone, do you?” He wasn’t sure how he knew that’s what had Wes freaked out right now, but he did. Because of Alexander, maybe? “Just curious, ya know. No one’s ever left my bed before.”

The air lightened when Wes shook his head. “You’re so damn crazy.” He paused a minute before adding, “No.”

“That’s a load off. I thought I was losing my touch.” Braden reached over and rubbed his hand through the hair on Wes’s stomach, leading to his cock. He liked to touch. Always had, and Wes would have to deal with it.

“I don’t think it’s possible for you to even consider an option like that.”

Wes had him there. “You’re right. It’s pretty impossible.” He ran his finger over Wes’s soft dick, down one thigh and up the other...just touching.

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