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His eyes are wide when he speaks. “But you’re Chris Preacher.”

I have to chuckle. “That doesn’t mean I don’t get nervous.”

Sebastian takes a minute, like he’s letting that new piece of information sink in. Then he nods. “Okay.”

“Okay.” I force myself to take a step back when all I want to do is get closer. “I assume you’ve prepped?”

“Uh-huh.” Sebastian watches as I toss my bag onto the bed and unzip it.

I’ve been out of the porn game for a long time, but there are still a few tricks I remember. A protein smoothie for breakfast is one of them. The other is the stuff I pull out of my bag.

Listen, I’m not bragging when I say I’m large. Even for a porn star. Guys have balked when they realize what they’ve signed up for, and over the years, I’ve figured out that the right tools and a lot of patience go a long way.

“I’m on the bigger side,” I say, holding up the bottle of lube and the long syringe I dug out from the box under my bed. “This usually makes things go in easier.”

Sebastian’s brows are furrowed as he stares at the things in my hand. I offer the syringe to him and when he takes it, his jaw drops to the floor.

“Oh my god, is this a syringe?” His eyes bulge. “Wait, is this supposed to go up my ass?”

I shake the bottle of lube. “Yeah.”

“Holy shit!” He takes the bottle from me too. “We’re injecting lube into my ass?”

“Yeah.” I want to laugh at his expression, but I’m also holding my breath because I can’t tell how Sebastian feels about this. He’s either completely horrified and about to kick me out of his apartment. Or he’s going to shuck off his sweats and bend over for me. I really, really hope it’s the latter. “Is that okay?”

Sebastian’s gaze snaps to mine. “Huh? Oh. Yeah, totally!” He spins around in a circle and pauses. “Um, how exactly do I do this?”

I let my breath out in a whoosh and hold out my hand for the supplies again. “I can help, if you’d like.” Because yeah, it’s kinda awkward trying to use a long syringe to shoot lube up your own ass.

“Can you? That’d be awesome. Thanks! Oh, and do you mind if we film this part?” He’s already fiddling with the camera. “It won’t make it into the final cut, but I like having some behind-the-scenes footage.”

“Sure, no problem.” I can’t imagine why anyone would want to watch this, but what do I know?

“Cool. Gimme a minute…” He checks the view screen on the DSLR and then hits the record button. “Ready. Where do you want me?” He claps his hands and rubs them together. His eyes are impossibly bright and he’s vibrating again, though his energy tilts more toward excited than nervous this time.

I put my hand on his arm and he leans into it with a small sigh. I’m not sure he even knows he’s doing that. It’s like he’s drawn to me as much as I’m drawn to him and together, we’re balancing each other out. I turn him toward the bed. “Hands and knees.”

Sebastian’s in position before I finish speaking, his sweats down around his thighs. I take a moment to load up the syringe and when I look up, I have to bite back a groan. His ass is two round globes that I want to fill my palms with. His balls hang low and heavy between his legs. And nestled right in the middle of his crack is a black knob.

My dick strains against the zipper of my jeans and my stomach clenches with how much I want to climb up behind him and play with that knob. I want to fuck him with it and then I want to take it out and replace it with my cock.

I approach the bed slowly and set my hand on Sebastian’s hip. His body melts under my touch and my sudden spike of lust settles itself back down.

“Can I—” I clear my throat and try again. “Can I remove this?” I give the handle of the butt plug a gentle nudge.

Sebastian wiggles his ass and arches his back. “Yeah, go ahead.”

I take a deep breath and already I can smell the scent of sex starting to fill the air. I swallow and reach for the plug. It’s snug in there, wedged in deep. I work it out of Sebastian and he lets out these soft moans as the plug moves inside him.

We both shudder when I finally wiggle it free. The plug is big, a lot wider and longer than I expected. It’s impressive, really, that Sebastian was jumping up and down and all around while wearing the thing. I set it aside and stare at his hole. It’s loose and relaxed, the muscle twitching a little like his ass doesn’t know what to do when it’s not filled.

I run my thumb down his crack and over the wrinkled skin of his hole. I’m going to be in there soon. With my fingers, my tongue, my cock.

“Ready?” I croak.

“Uh-huh.” Sebastian’s voice is breathy, but he doesn’t move an inch.

I lift the tip of the syringe and stifle a groan at how easily it slips inside. Sebastian’s only reaction is a quick inhale and a long slow exhale. I feed it all the way in until only the handle and the plunger are visible. Then I pull it out, slowly, as I depress the plunger, making sure all the lube is evenly deposited in Sebastian’s body.

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