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Yes. Yes. I want that. All of it. I want to merge with Owen until I don’t know where I end and he begins. I want to fuse with him until we become one person. I want to lose myself in him until I don’t exist anymore and it’s just Owen, Owen, Owen.

Owen charts a path down my stomach, sucking hickeys into my skin until I’m all pockmarked. He gets to my jeans and makes quick work of the buttons and zipper. When he curls his fingers under the waistband of my underwear, I lift my hips so he can tug all of it down at once.

My cock slaps against my stomach. Hard. Aching. Leaking. The head is so engorged it’s red and angry. The veins along the length are so full they look like they might burst.

“This massive fucking cock,” he mutters as he gives me long, slow licks along the underside. He trails his lips up and down, concentrating on that super-sensitive spot right under the head before meandering back toward the base. He fucking tortures me. “God, I love this fucking thing.”

I’m leaking so much pre-cum it pools on my stomach, in my belly button, runs down my sides. Owen swipes his fingers through it, covering them in the sticky fluid, then shoves them into my mouth.

The taste of my own pre-cum bursts on my tongue, and at the same time, Owen dives down on my cock, swallowing me whole. My cry is muffled by Owen’s fingers and I have to concentrate on sucking them so I don’t immediately explode down Owen’s throat.

That feels so good. So goddamn good. Hot. Tight. His tongue wiggling against the underside. His throat contracting around my sensitive head. His free hand cradles my balls, squeezing just hard enough to create that heady mix of pleasure and pain.

I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. But just as I’m about to dive head-first into the world’s best orgasm, Owen abandons me.

I convulse, trapped in this strange place between coming and not coming. The pressure in my groin is beyond intense. My lungs seize and I can’t breathe. But there’s no accompanying wash of pleasure, no release, no ecstasy. Like all the side effects of a hard workout with none of the high that’s supposed to come with it.

Motherfucker. Holy fucking Christ on a stick. How is this even possible? To like, come, but not come. I hate it. It’s the worst feeling in the world. I want Owen to do it again.

“I want to sit on this fucking thing.” Owen’s voice filters in past the ringing in my ears, actually sounding disappointed and sad.

I grunt, trying to speak, but my tongue doesn’t work anymore. I grunt again and blink to clear the haziness in my vision. “D-duffel.”

Owen glances over at my bag sitting on the floor. “Your bag?”

“L-lube.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “You brought lube to a family weekend at my parents’ house?”

I clear my throat. “Not on purpose. There’s always a stash in there. I grab them from the giant fishbowls in the locker room at Mars.”

Owen stares at me in disbelief. “Your workplace has giant fishbowls filled with lube?”

“Yeah. Condoms too. We take safe sex very seriously. What’s wrong with that?”

Owen rolls his eyes as he scrambles off the bed to dig through my duffel. “Your work is weird.”

“Yourwork is weird,” I shoot back.

Owen turns back to the bed, tossing the packet of lube next to me, but then he stops and stares at the condom still in his hand. He doesn’t say anything, but I can read the look in his eyes.

He doesn’t want to use it.

The realization slams into me and I almost come just from the thought.

“I got tested last week,” I say softly, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Beau and Gavin make us do it every six months. Everything came back negative. And I’m on PrEP.”

I hold my breath, my whole body taut, waiting for his response.

Owen’s head snaps up and his gaze burrows into me. His chest rises and falls. His jaw works back and forth. “I’m not. And I haven’t been tested in a while. I keep meaning to, especially after we…” He waves his hand vaguely in my direction and clears his throat. “But things have been so busy with work, I haven’t gotten around to it,” he says with a note of dejection.

Every cell in my body rejects his reply. “But you haven’t fucked anyone in a while either, right?”

His lips flatten. “No.”

“And you always use condoms when you do.”

“Yes.”

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