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Seeing him fully nude, desire rooted me to the spot.

Every inch of him looked perfect and Michael was willing and eager and yet…I couldn’t take advantage of him.

Not after everything he’d been through.

“You’re not taking advantage,” Michael said.

I must’ve uttered my thoughts out loud. He continued, “and don’t think I’m doing this because I’m grateful. I want you, Doyle. Wanted you since the day you rescued me, plain and simple.”

That was all I needed to hear. For the last five years, someone else made the decisions for him.

This was the first time, he could make his own choice and I respected that.

I took off the rest of my clothes as well, and took Michael’s arm. One tug and he spilled gracefully on my lap.

Resting one arm around his body, I leaned in and hungrily kissed him.

Our bodies and dicks touched, and intense longing speared through my entire body.

Apart from William, I had never wanted anyone else so intensely.

I left kisses down the column of Michael’s throat, his collarbones, his chest. His flat nipples I sucked until he cried out in pleasure.

Smiling, I closed one hand over his cock and began stroking it.

It didn’t take long before he climaxed, painting my abs and stomach with his jizz.

I lowered Michael to the bed, my own dick thick and heavy between my legs, and my balls close to bursting.

Lying on his back, Michael looked dazed and content.

“I want you inside me, Doyle,” he murmured.

“Wait, we need lube,” I said.

“Top drawer,” Michael said, nodding to the chest of of drawers next to his bed.

I opened it and snatched the lube. Out of curiosity, I checked the expiry date.

“It’s um, new. I bought it a week ago, thinking…well. Thinking things might turn out like this,” Michael said, blushing furiously.

“It’s good to be prepared,” I agreed.

“How do you want me?” Michael asked, getting over his initial nervousness.

I liked that, liked how he knew what he wanted and went for it.

“On fours,” I said. Michael positioned himself at the edge of the bed and parted his legs.

I squeezed a generous amount of lube inside his ass and prepped him for access, all the while Michael groaned and panted.

“Love, I need you to be a little bit more quiet. We can’t have your dad suddenly running in here,” I reminded him gently.

“I’ll try,” Michael promised.

Once he was ready, I gripped his hips and entered him, slow and steady.

Michael buried his face into the comforter to muffle his moans.

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