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D was more than willing to do that. It was a bit awkward with their positioning on the couch, but he managed to slide in deep, holding there for a moment to gain some self-control before he gripped Jeremy's shoulder's and started to move.
The couch slammed against the wall with each thrust. To better the position, he moved Jeremy's legs so his feet rested on his shoulders, then started to plow harder, going as deep as he could, loving the grunts of… He couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain, but since he wasn't asking him to stop, he kept going.
His balls smacked against Jeremy's body as his cock ached with growing arousal. He stared down at Jeremy, determined to see him come. He debated on helping jack him off, but Jeremy's fist seemed to be doing a good job on its own, and D didn't want to break his rhythm.
They worked their bodies together, both of them cursing, gasping, and groaning their pleasure as they learned each other's bodies and what the other liked. There was so much more he wanted to do with Jeremy, so many positions, so many ways. He wanted to try each one.
"Fuck, I'm close." Jeremy's free hand gripped D's arm as his other hand continued its pace.
"Look at me," D grunted.
Jeremy's gaze flashed to his as his orgasm seemed to build. It was obvious in the way his ass tightened, the muscles in his stomach became more pronounced, and the way he gritted his teeth together. It was only a few seconds later when Jeremy cried out and hot seed spurt up into the air, falling back down on his stomach.
"Holy shit, you just got so fucking tight." D's own control was slipping as he took in the look of spent pleasure on Jeremy's face. He bit his lip, blinking the sweat from his eyes as he focused on his cock and the pleasure building. He couldn't last, couldn't hold on. He buried himself deep and held as his orgasm rushed through him.
Unable to move for several moments, D gripped the back of the couch, trying to catch his breath. He'd thought the sex had been great before because of the piercing, but damn if it hadn't been just as amazing fucking Jeremy. He could get addicted to orgasms like this.
"Why aren't we doing this more often?" Jeremy had his head pressed to the back of the couch, his body bent, his legs still up on D's shoulders.
"Because I wasn't sure you wanted to, and we had work to do. As much as I love sex, work always comes first, but if you're willing, I'm always up for sex, especially after a sting." D pulled out and flopped down on the couch beside Jeremy. "Beau wasn't lying when he said I have an addiction. I deny it, but it's true."
"What are you using it for? Why's it a crutch?" Jeremy moved so he was more comfortable on the couch.
D sighed. There was no doubt in his mind what he was using sex for, but telling anyone about it wasn't going to happen. Xander knew, but beyond that… "It's not something I easily talk about."
"But you're aware why?"
D nodded.
"Well, I can't say it's a healthy addiction if you're picking up different partners all the time, but as long as it's just you and me, I'm here for your needs. I'm not up for being one of fifty, and I'm not asking for some monogamous relationship, but especially since we're not using condoms, I'd prefer if you let me know if there are others."
"Fair enough. I'll admit, we keep this up and I'll have no reason to go looking for anyone else." D smiled. "But seriously, I get it. I won't put you at risk. If I feel the need to go out, I'll let you know. This is about starting a new life, finding new ways. Maybe not picking up guys at the club should be part of that."
Jeremy smiled at him. "If you feel the need, I can't see me turning you down, so just say something. We can always head out to the garage or to one of our houses if we end up with a houseful of people."
"Deal." D reached over and took Jeremy's hand. "Thanks."
Jeremy laughed. "I think I should be the one thanking you."
D gave his hand a squeeze. He wasn't sure if it was the sex or the easy conversation with Jeremy that had him so relaxed, but he hadn't been this calm and content in a long time. It was like even though they had a lot to deal with and a ton to do, he was able to just take the time now to forget it all and just be himself. That didn't happen often.
"How about we go get cleaned up and get you your breakfast." Jeremy lifted D's hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles.
"Sex and food. Careful, I might marry you," D joked as he sat forward. "Food sounds good. Meet you in the kitchen in ten minutes."
Jeremy stood. "It's a date."
