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“Yeah.” He smiles. “But can we talk about that later?” He moves his leg to rub against my dick. “I need to feel you.”

“Fuck,” I growl before taking his mouth again.

We kiss until our lips are sore, and only then do I take him to my bedroom, where I lie him down on the bed and kiss him more. I peel his clothes off, slowly, kissing every inch of his body that I can. It’s only when he’s a whimpering, begging mess that I take pity on him and touch his dick. I lick and kiss it, driving him crazy.

This isn’t just about sex, about getting off, it’s so much more than that. It’s us reuniting, making up for what we’ve missed, showing our love for one another, because words aren’t enough right now.

“I want to come with you in me,” he says, trying to shove my hand away from his dick.

“You will.” I swipe my tongue along the crown of his cock and he groans deeply, his dick pulsing. He’s so close, right where I want him. I get the lube from my nightstand and work on getting a couple fingers inside him. I avoid his prostate, needing to drive him wild first.

“Just give me your cock,” he complains. “Please, Tobias.”

I chuckle, watching him squirm as I fuck him with my fingers.I’ve missed this so much.There is a stream of pre-cum dripping down his length, so I lean in to lick it up.

“Fuck, Tobias,” he whines.

When he’s loose enough that I feel I won’t hurt him, I get undressed and settle between his legs, leaning down to kiss him because I can’t get enough of that. I need his lips on me, always.

Always.

“Tell me you missed me,” I say against his lips.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he breathes out, fingers digging into my ribs, hips thrusting up.

I nuzzle my nose in his neck, beneath his ear. “Say it again.”

“Tobias, I missed you.” His grip on me tightens. “Fuck me, please. I missed you. I missed you. I fucking missed y—ah, fuck!”

I slide into him, all in one go, and he clenches around me so tightly I can’tmove.

“Damn, baby, you feel even better than I remember,” I say, kissing his lips. “I missed you too. I missed you so much. You feel so fucking good, Theo.”

“I missed you,” he says again. Tears form in the corners of his eyes, but I don’t think it’s out of pain. It’s just emotion.

He grips me tightly and I move slowly at first, until I can’t hold back anymore and I’m fucking him hard, needing him to feel how much I missed him—for days.

“Yes, right there,” he cries out. “I’m so close. Just—fuck, yes!”

His dick erupts without either of us touching it, and I grind into him as he rides out his orgasm. Seeing him come undone… damn, it's so sexy.

I pause, swiping up his cum and bringing it to his lips. He opens before I have to tell him to. Theo sucks on my fingers as I start moving again, cleaning them. Even when they’re clean, I let him keep sucking. He moans, meeting me thrust for thrust, showing me how badly he wants my cum.

“Gonna come,” I tell him just as my dick throbs out my release. I groan loudly, not holding back. Theo holds onto me for dear life as I spill inside him. When I move to get up to clean us, he holds me tighter.

“Don’t go.”

So, I don’t. I stay with him in my arms all night.

Chapter Fifty-Three

Theodore

I blink my eyes open, a warm yellow light filtering through the shades and brightening the room. A smile befalls my lips when I remember where I am and who I’m with. I’m almost afraid to look behind me in fear of it not being real, even though I feel him holding me. The smell is another giveaway, because his scent is everywhere.

Needing to know I didn’t make last night up, that I haven’t gone completely crazy, I roll over, and my smile grows when I see Tobias sleeping soundly. I shift carefully, not wanting to wake him or move out of his grasp.

When we’re chest to chest, I run my fingers gently along his cheek, then his forehead to brush his dark hair out of the way. I kiss his nose, his lips, and hold onto him, hoping like hell I can have this every single day for the rest of my life.

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