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Just as Ash expected, Cass groaned, a deep rumble in his throat that Ash could feel against his lips. It was arousing as hell, and Ash kissed him again in the same spot before pushing him back gently.

“That’s a yes, then?”

Cass’s eyes darkened with want as he nodded. His heart racing with anticipation, Ash leaned back in to kiss Cass on the lips this time, and when their mouths met, Cass’s hand slipped around under his shirt and to his lower back, towing their hips together. Through the soft, thin material of Cass’s blue-and-gray plaid pajama pants, Ash could feel how aroused Cass was.

God.

He wasn’t sure exactly what they were going to do tonight, how far they might let things go, but he was suddenly looking forward to the upcoming week at Cass’s house even more than he already had been.

With considerable effort, Ash pulled back again, his breathing now fast and ragged. Giving Cass a knowing half smile, he dropped his hands, tugged up his pants, and then turned around and reached for the closet’s door handle.

He stretched up to grab the nondescript black box from the top shelf, and when he turned back to his boyfriend, Cass’s hungry eyes were trained on it. Ash smiled and bit his lower lip as he shut the closet door quietly.

He watched as Cass swallowed hard, then dragged his eyes up to Ash’s. Cass shook his head almost imperceptibly, though Ash wasn’t sure exactly what that meant.

“You’re going to . . . do what with it, exactly?” Cass asked, his voice thick and rougher than normal. “Describe it to me, please.”

His heart thrumming in his chest, Ash smirked and stepped up closer to Cass, reaching out to take Cass’s hand in his. He led Cass over to the couch, and when Cass sat, Ash straddled his thighs, settling comfortably on top of him. He set the box down next to them and leaned in to kiss Cass deeply. Their mouths danced together, their tongues tangled and tasting and insistent, though the kiss remained gentle too. When Ash broke away a moment later, he was breathing hard again. He tipped his forehead to rest against Cass’s.

“So, what I want to do,” he started, his voice soft, “is show you what I like, how I like it. I’ll use my fingers first and then the toy, like I did on our video call on my birthday. And then”—he brushed his lips against Cass’s cheek and lowered his voice more—“I want you to use it on me.”

He didn’t mention all the other things he wanted to do with Cass. Later in the week, though, they could talk more about it. Do more about it.

His stomach swooped at the thought of Cass’s hot shaft pressing into his hole, Cass holding his hips to steady him, then thrusting into him—carefully at first, of course Cass would be careful and gentle, but then harder and faster. Not rough, but confident.

The same thoughts seemed to be flitting through Cass’s mind. His eyes darkened more, and he swallowed again with a slow nod, his hands rubbing gently along Ash’s lower back under his shirt.

“That, uh, that sounds really good,” Cass said, his words catching in his throat.

Ash grinned and nodded in agreement. Then he sat back on Cass’s thighs and opened the box. Inside was the dildo, wrapped in a small cloth bag, a bottle of lube, and a clean hand towel. He took the lube and towel out first, set them on the couch, and then reached for the toy. “You haven’t ever—”

“No,” Cass cut in, and he lifted up his eyes to meet Ash’s. His cheeks were bright red, maybe with embarrassment, and Ash had the fleeting thought that it was adorable. And that Cass was gorgeous. And that this was going to be really, really good.

“I got this a while ago,” Ash explained. “Just after high school, actually. I wasn’t ready to come out yet and start dating or anything, but I . . . well . . .” He shrugged and grinned again.

Cass’s fingers flexed into his waist, as though anticipating what was to come, and a new bolt of heat and arousal coursed through Ash. He took the toy out of the bag, set the box down on the coffee table behind him, then settled back on Cass’s thighs. Gripping the smooth silicone lightly at the wide base, he lifted his eyes back to his boyfriend, and his pulse kicked up another notch. Cass had his bottom lip in his teeth, and his chest rose and fell rapidly as his breathing became shorter and rougher.

Ash’s cock stirred at the sight.

He pushed back a bit more and then stood, slipping off Cass’s lap. He didn’t want to go far, so he just inched the coffee table back a bit with his foot to give himself enough room. Then, smirking, he reached out and offered the silicone toy to Cass.

“Hold this for me?”

Cass’s eyebrows arched, and his face reddened even more as he took the toy. He seemed to study it for a few seconds, brushing his fingers up the underside to the fake cockhead. Then he bit his lower lip again and glanced back at Ash. “It’s, uh, smoother than I expected,” Cass said, though as soon as the words were out, he seemed to regret them. He grimaced. “Sorry, I feel awkward because I’ve never, uh . . .”

“You’re not uncomfortable with it, are you?” Ash asked quickly, adding, “If you are, we don’t have to do this. We can do whatever without it.”

Cass immediately shook his head. “No, no. Please keep going. Show me what you like. I want . . . I want to know.”

“Okay.”

With a playful smile, Ash stepped back just enough that he was not quite out of Cass’s reach. Then he undressed, taking his time. His shirt came off first, and he closed his eyes as he let his hand caress up and down his chest, over his taut nipples, down to the thin trail of hair disappearing under the hem of his sweats. He imagined Cass’s hands touching him, as they had been only moments ago, and a low whimper escaped him, his dick throbbing with arousal. He turned so his back was to his boyfriend, then he slipped both hands down his sides and under his waistband of his sweats, pushing them off. He heard a soft curse from Cass, and he straightened and glanced back over his shoulder. Cass’s tongue peeked out of his lips, and he stared intently at Ash’s backside, breathing hard already, the bulge in his pants clear evidence of his arousal.

Ash paused to take it in and prepare himself for what he was about to do, his heart hammering in his chest.

The only time they’d done anything similar to this—that one time over a video call last month on Ash’s birthday—he’d been nervous, though he’d tried his best to act confident and coy. He’d been worried Cass wouldn’t be interested or that it would make him uncomfortable, or even that he might be offended by Ash wanting to use the sex toy. But, like with everything else they’d done together, Cass had been all in and seemed just as aroused by watching as Ash was by “performing.”

Now was no exception.