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“Jacob…” Leo whimpered; his fingers pressed deep into my back. “I’m—No! No! Don’t!”

Leo’s hand tried to stop mine, as I turned the cold water back on for both of us. He whimpered again as his trembling stopped, his cock calming down once the cold droplets landed on his shaft. When I looked back up at him, it seemed like his eyes were brimming with tears, everything in him on the verge of breaking.

“Hey. You okay?” I murmured, not moving another muscle until I’d checked in with him. “Red for stop. Yellow for you need a break. Green if you’re still good to go.”

“I don’t—it’s too embarrassing.”

“What’s too embarrassing, baby?”

“I think I’m about to cry because I want you to fuck me so badly.” Leo lightly laughed. “I’m literally crying because I want your cock and you won’t give it to me. Like, I’m about to reach my breaking point just because my boyfriend won’t?—”

Just then, Leo cut himself off. “Fuck. Sorry. I don’t know why I said that. Obviously, we’re not—you’re not—this isn’t?—”

“Green, yellow, or red, baby?” I kept my voice low. “That’s all you have to figure out right now.”

“Green.”

“Good.” I smiled at him as I carefully shifted his legs back down toward the shower base. “Wait right here.”

I stepped out of the shower for a moment and went to quickly grab some lube and a condom. I’d already rolled the condom down my shaft by the time I’d gotten back to the bathroom, stepping right back into position in front of Leo, lifting him until his legs were wrapped around me again.

“Jacob, I just wanted to say?—”

“We don’t need to deal with that right now, baby,” I said, just as I lined my cock up with his waiting hole, the condom slick with lube. “All I want you to think about is how much you want me, how much you like letting me do whatever I want with you, how much you like doing whatever I tell you.”

Leo seemed to relax against me, his previous tension melting away between us. I playfully kissed him underneath his jaw, as I slowly entered him, my cock sliding inside him inch by inch. When my shaft was fully buried inside of him, Leo gasped and groaned.

“Fuck. You didn’t even need to open me up with your fingers first…” His words trailed off as he spoke.

“That’s because you’re so used to my cock now.” I grinned. “You’ve gotten so good at taking my cock, Leo, that your body’s gotten used to me. No more resistance. You just let me right in.”

Leo opened his mouth to speak again, but his words were replaced by shameless moans, as I started to thrust my hips against him, my cock sliding in and out of his tight hole. Once again, Leo’s cock bobbed between us, his shaft as hard as a rock, his tip glistening with precome. Leo’s fingers were digging into my back as I fucked him hard against the shower wall, claiming him, taking him all for my own.

Boyfriend.

He’d called me his boyfriend.

I’d been trying not to think about it, not wanting it to change the mood between us. But how the hell was I supposed to pretend like he hadn’t said it? Was that who he wanted me to be in his life? His boyfriend?

Or maybe he’d just misspoke. Maybe he hadn’t meant a damn thing by it.

Maybe he would accidentally call anyone hisboyfriendif they fucked him half as good as I did.

Like the kind of people who saidI love youin bed while they were in the middle of coming, even to total strangers.

“Jacob! Jacob!” Leo cried out for me, as I plowed into him again and again, my thrusts against him unrelenting. “I’m coming! Fuck! I’m coming!”

Leo’s come sprayed between us, lines of it landing against his chest and mine.

Fuck.

He was making such a fucking mess. Not to mention that perfectly blissed-out look he had on his face right now, like he would’ve been okay with me fucking him until the end of time.He locked eyes with me, with an expression I couldn’t quite read written all over his features.

“What do you need, baby?”

“You. I just need you,” Leo replied, his tone tender and sweet. Something about his words set something off inside of me, and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I came inside him, my cock erupting with come, my mouth closing over his. Even after I’d finished coming deep inside him, we stayed like that, pressed against each other, wrapped around each other.

Neither one of us seemed ready or willing to move an inch away from each other.

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