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Dom started groaning and rubbing harder against him. Abe realized he really did want to feel Dom moving inside of him like that. So, he pulled Dom back from his mouth and whispered. “I put condoms and lube in that drawer while you were getting the water going for the shower.” He pointed. Abe had grabbed some supplies at the grocery store while Dom had gone in search of cookies. He didn’t know if Dom had seen the purchase, but he was damn sure Garrett did.

Dom stared down at him for several, long moments and that connection he felt with the man snapped between them. Fuck, it was like only the two of them existed, and he couldn’t wait for all the good stuff that was going to come.

“I really do want you like that,” Abe whispered. “You’re just going to have to go slow and easy this time around. Think you can do that?”

Dom groaned and dropped his forehead on the pillow beside Abe.

Abe turned and kissed his ear. “What?”

“Slow and easy coming out of your mouth is so fucking hot. Give me a minute. I’m thinking of gross things to back off the orgasm you just about yanked out of me too early.”

Chuckling, Abe reached down and grabbed both globes of Dom’s ass and started a slow hip-grind against him that had him seeing stars. “Slow and easy like this. I want your dick inside me and this gorgeous ass slowly flexing as you push and pull.”

“Oh God, you’re making it worse!” Dom rolled his hips against Abe, then carefully moved off him. He moved to stand beside the bed, chest heaving and sweaty as he stared down at Abe. He leaned over the bed and trailed his fingers on the glistening hair around Abe’s navel, then bent farther and latched on to his nipple. Abe clamped a hand over his mouth to stop the wail that threatened to erupt, but his body bowed off the bed. He dropped his hand. “Grab the condom. Please.”

“Shit. Don’t beg. I’m just gonna stand here and shoot on you now, ’kay?”

“Don’t you dare. I saw your face when I was fucking you. I want to feel like that. Want to feel you moving inside me.”

“That’s it.” Dom stomped into the bathroom and shut the door, his voice coming through the door. “Snails. Trash. This beached whale I saw as a kid.”

“That’s just sad!” Abe yelled. “Get out here. Be a man.”

The door opened, horror etched clearly on Dom’s face. “You did not just yell that with my friend downstairs.”

Abe merely grinned and crooked his finger.

Dom shook his head and approached the bed, his cock still hard and jutting out in front of his body. He got the condom and lube out of the drawer and climbed onto the bed. Then he just grinned at Abe.

“I’ve never laughed so much during sex in my life.”

“Sex is supposed to be fun.” He leaned over Abe. “And sweaty.” He kissed the corner of his lips. “And dirty.” He kissed the other corner. “And hot.” He stuck his tongue in Abe’s mouth, who grasped on to it and sucked.

Condom and lube forgotten on the bed, they wrestled and kissed and yes, laughed a few more times, but the passion flamed so hot, the laughter faded fast each time it erupted. When Dom lubed his fingers and began tracing Abe’s hole, he was so turned-on, so amped up, he felt like his skin would just melt right off. He bumped his hips up, urging Dom to put a finger inside him, but Dom just shushed him with this long, sexy noise and took his sweet time.

He played, getting Abe used to the feeling of being stretched and yeah, it did sting some, but it also felt good—especially when Dom took his dick into his mouth while slowly sliding one of his long fingers up the front wall. When he crooked his finger, Abe’s legs fell open and he moaned.

Then he thought about turning on music because there was no way he was going to be able to stay quiet through this. When Dom used two fingers and began fucking him with them, he held his breath, sure that it couldn’t get any better than that.

But it did.

“This,” Dom whispered. “Is my dactylion.”

“Your huh? What?” Abe’s brain could barely function.

Dom brushed one of his fingers over Abe’s prostate. “The tip of my middle finger is called my dactylion.”

“Dom, I can barely remember the definition of finger right now.”

Dom snorted and moved his dactylion on Abe’s spot until he was seeing nothing but stars. “Turn over,” Dom whispered. “In fact, lie on your side.”

Abe did and Dom came up behind him, making him shiver with excitement. His warm flesh plastered to the back of Abe, his dick rubbing slowly along his crease, his sweaty chest sliding against his back. “I think you’re going to have to gag me. Or you’re going to get hell from your friend down there.”


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