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Robert balled up the blanket and set it on the mattress near the foot of the bed. Then he climbed up, and Henry climbed up next to him.

“I hope you won’t mind me leavin’ it over there. It’s warm enough in the room that we probably won’t need it,” Robert said, lying down. “And I want to make sure there’s nothing in the way when we... you know.”

“Smart,” Henry said, settling beside him.

Henry’s cheeks warmed, and Robert was blushing too. After a moment, Henry laid a hand on Robert’s chest, letting his fingers become tangled in Robert’s chest hair as he caressed his skin. Gently, he shimmied closer and then leaned in to bury his face in it. Kissing Robert’s skin, Henry breathed in his scent. Musky and sweaty and earthy. Sweet Jesus, he wanted more of it. More and more. For forever and ever.

Inhaling deeply, Henry kissed Robert’s chest twice more, savoring the smell. He let himself rest there for a moment, enjoying the way the little hairs felt on his face. Robert then let out a sigh, and Henry shifted his hips forward. When his cock brushed Robert’s thigh, the sensation sent a little blip of what felt like electrical current coursing through him, making his heart thump wildly in his chest.

“God, Robert, I want to . . . to . . .”

He thrust forward once more, massaging his cock on Robert’s leg, and groaned.

Chuckling, Robert cupped Henry’s chin. “Maybe we can kiss some more?” he suggested.

Henry pressed one more kiss to Robert’s chest and then moved up toward his lips, planting more kisses on the way—some on his shoulder and then on his neck and finally on his cheek. Last, he pressed a firm kiss to Robert’s mouth. The moment their lips connected, Henry started rolling his hips some more, seeking friction.

Robert placed a hand on Henry’s hips, steadying him, and broke their kiss.

“Wait, Hen...” He moved his hand toward Henry’s cock but then paused and hovered above it. “Can I...?” His eyes flitted back up to Henry’s. “I want to touch you. I want to touch you like Itouch myself sometimes.”

Henry swallowed thickly, only barely managing a nod.

When Robert’s warm hand then curled around Henry’s shaft, Henry let out a whimper. Slowly, Robert started to move his hand, and Henry’s eyes rolled back as he let out a second whimper-moan, louder this time.

“Does that feel okay?” Robert asked.

“Y-yeah,” Henry said through a ragged breath. “Better than my own hand. Way better.”

“Yeah?”

Robert started pumping his hand faster. Henry squeezed his eyes shut, his leg and stomach muscles tightening, pleasure intensifying. Goodness, Robert Davis was touching him. Robert Davis was... Jesus Christ, Robert Davis was going to make himcome.

Embarrassed by how fast he thought he might finish, Henry leaned forward to hide his face in Robert’s neck. He let himself linger there for a few moments, enjoying the warm heat pooling low in his belly while trying to concentrate on not letting himself finish yet. But,God, it felt so incredible. Desperate to see Robert’s hand working him, Henry tilted his head forward to look. Enchanted by what he saw, one more pathetic whimper-moan escaped his lips.

Robert muttered a curse to himself as he shifted forward, massaging his own cock back and forth on the mattress and leaving a wet spot on the sheet.

Even though Henry’s mind was still hazy—swimming from the pleasure he was receiving—seeing Robert’s cock leaking, practically begging for his touch, was enough to make him realize he ought to be pleasuring Robert too.

After a breath, he mustered the courage to take Robert’s weeping cock in his hand. Somehow, even though he’d touched his own cock plenty of times, he was surprised by the way it felt—the stiffness of the shaft, the smoothness of the skin, the weight of it in his palm. A wave of pleasure rippled through him, one so strong he thought he might climax on the spot.

Somehow, he managed not to.

Henry began to move his fist, and Robert let out a husky moan. Henry’s stomach tumbled, the knowledge thathehad caused Robert to make that noise taking him closer to the precipice of his own release.

He continued stroking Robert’s cock, reveling in all the sounds Robert made, and they exchanged sweet, soft kisses every coupleof strokes. It wasn’t long before Henry felt his balls tightening, the muscles in his thighs starting to tremble. Before he could tell Robert that he was close to orgasm, he noticed Robert’s toes start to curl.

“Hen...” Robert breathed, bucking into Henry’s fist. “I think I might come.”

Robert’s words sent Henry tumbling over the edge. Kissing their foreheads together, Henry cried out as his cock started to pulse, warm white liquid shooting out, some onto Robert’s stomach, the rest onto the sheets. Still shuddering slightly from his orgasm, Henry had to concentrate on continuing to pump his fist, and then Robert came, too, some of his seed mixing with Henry’s on the mattress.

Overwhelmed with some kind of fierce mixture of elation and shock and fondness, Henry captured Robert’s mouth in a long, passionate kiss, so intense that he even knocked their teeth together for the briefest moment. Robert chuckled but then kissed Henry back with the same liveliness.

What felt like hours passed while they kissed like this, completely lost in their post-orgasm bliss, and then, when they were finally exhausted—truly and utterly exhausted—they used Robert’s shirt to clean up the mess they’d made and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter Twenty

Robert

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