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By the time I get to Tobias’s house, it’s after 9:30 but he isn’t here yet, so I let myself in. Swiping at the wall for the light, the room illuminates and the first thing I spot across the room is an oversized leather couch. I drop into it, resting my head back to breathe while I wait for him to show.

This whole thing will be fine. I have it all under control.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Tobias

I walk into my living room with long strides. When I reach the couch, Theo opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off with a kiss, my hands gripping his face. He sucks in a breath through his nose, hand coming up to grip my shirt.

“You look so hot,” he says between kisses.

“I want to fuck you,” I say back.

He groans a sound of approval, so I tear his shirt off, then tug him to his feet to get him out of his pants. When he’s naked, I turn him around and push him onto the couch.

“Hold onto the back.”

“Wh—”

His word cuts off on a hiss when I bury my face in his ass and lap at his hole that my dick will be buried inside of in less than five minutes.

“Oh, God—Tobias!”

When I reach around to grab his dick, I find him hard and leaking for me. Spreading his pre-cum along his shaft, I use it to jerk him off while I devour his ass.

“You better not come,” I growl against him. “Not yet.”

“I wo-won’t.”

I lick him until I can’t take it anymore, and then I get to my feet.

“Don’t move,” I warn as I head into my bedroom to grab the lube. I will fuck him on my bed eventually, but right now, I want him just the way he is. Bent over my couch with his perfect ass in the air for me.

Theo riding my cock was by far one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced, but seeing him like this? It’s making me feral.

When I get back into my living room, I notice he didn’t move at all. Other than his body trembling from breathing so damn hard.

I pour the lube in his crease, then smear it in and shove a finger inside him while unzipping my slacks and freeing my dick. I waste no time shoving another finger inside, needing him ready as soon as possible. I need him right this fucking second, and he isn’t putting up a fight. In fact, he’s enjoying it.

“Are you good? Because I need to be inside you.”

“Yes, please. Do it.”

Pulling my fingers out, I step closer and line my dick up to press inside him. I slide in all in one go. He groans and writhesand presses into me, obviously liking it. I don’t give him a second to get used to it, I just start fucking him. I need this. Something about seeing him in my house, waiting for me on my couch, fuckingsmilingat me. It’s doing all sorts of things to me, and I can’t think clearly.

“I’ve never fucked anyone in my house,” I tell him. I have no idea why I say it. It’s like I need him to know that he’s special, because he is, and I have no fucking idea why but it’s terrifying. Maybe we can share in the terror of whatever this is turning into.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”

I chuckle. “I’m only fucking you, Theo.”

“Way too good.”

It’s fine because I’m going to come too. So I keep fucking him hard and fast, and the orgasm hits me out of nowhere. My heart is pounding when I’m milked dry, and I rest my forehead on his back. His skin is warm, covered in a thin layer of sweat.

He starts shaking, and I lift off him, worried he’s crying.

“Are you—”

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