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“I am.” James rocked his ass and stroked his dick.

Paul swatted James’ butt with the bottle. “Oh, fuck. That’s hot.” He tossed the rubber onto the bed. “Love it.”

James growled. He glanced over his shoulder. “More.”

Paul swatted him again, this time with his hand. “Yes?”

“I love it.” James widened his hips. “Fuck me.”

He settled behind James. He couldn’t wait to be inside his lover. While James caressed his cock and balls, Paul swatted him a third time. He opened the bottle of lube and dribbled the clear fluid over his lover’s ass. He loved the tight rosette of James’ hole. James had the perfect pucker. He caressed him.

“So pretty.” Paul worked lube into James’ hole. He eased one finger in and prepped James before pushing deeper. While he held on to James’ hip, he leaned over him and kissed James’ back.

“Oh, yeah…” James chuckled and bowed his head. “I love it.”

“There?” He curled his finger, stroking James’ prostate. He moved in and out, getting James ready.

“Yes, please?” James shivered.

Paul added more lube, then a second finger. He opened James more and pushed deeper. Power engulfed him and he worked his digits harder in and out of James, then swatted James’ hip.

James grinded and writhed. He met Paul thrust for thrust. Feeling James’ eagerness and the passion in his own veins was too much for Paul. He withdrew his fingers.

He donned the rubber and added more lube to James’ hole. He lubed his dick, then lined himself up with James’ ass. With one thrust, he pushed into James.

James moaned again. “I love that burn.”

So did he. He held on to James’ hips. Within seconds he worked into a steady rhythm, in and out. He felt complete when he pushed to the hilt into James. They were one body and one soul. He was home with James.

He’d never be the same after this. Never.

He’d fallen hard for James. His heart belonged to this man and he couldn’t let go.

James groaned and shuddered. “Paul.”

“Fuck.” He swore he had lightning in his veins and power in his body. He growled and lost himself in the perfection of fucking James.

“Paul.” James panted.

Perspiration shimmered on James’ back and his muscles flexed. He shivered as he stroked himself.

“I can’t hold back.” James shuddered. “Oh fuck me.”

“I am.” He slid one arm around James’ waist and swatted James’ hip for the last time. “Come apart for me.”

James shuddered again and squeezed tight around Paul, holding him in deep. He tensed. His entire being seemed to vibrate as he came. His moan echoed in the room. He sagged beneath Paul, planting his shoulders on the bed.

The sheer delight of seeing James pushed Paul over the edge. He pistoned into James, then growled as he came deep within James.

The world seemed to slow around him. Nothing existed except this moment and James. Nothing else mattered. Paul slumped on top of James and exhaled. This was the perfect moment and they shared a quick, but perfect love with years of room to grow.

James was all his.

Nothing could be better.

Paul held on to James. He never wanted this moment to end. He’d found the man who made him tick, want to scream at times and be the best version of himself possible.

James groaned. “I love this, but I should probably switch that laundry over.”

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