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“Don’t tease. Please don’t—”

“I’m not teasing.” I wrapped my hand around him, and he arched right up off the bed, his hips stuttering into my grip. He was hard and hot in my palm, already wet at the tip, and when I dragged my thumb through it, spreading the slickness over the head, he swore at the ceiling in a voice I’d never heard him use before—raw, wrecked, like he was already unraveling.

Then I took him in my mouth.

I did it the way I’ve always done it with him—slow, thorough, with absolutely no intention of being merciful. I took him deep, my tongue swirling around the head before I hollowed my cheeks and swallowed him down. I worked him with my hand and my mouth together, my free hand braced on his thigh, feeling the way his muscles trembled under my touch. Every time he got close, I eased off, pulling back just enough to keep him teetering on the edge. Every time I did, he muttered something filthier than the last.

“You bastard—”

“Mm.”

“Gregory, I swear to God—”

“Say it properly.”

“Please.”

So I got both hands under him, lifting his hips off the bed, and gave him everything at once. I took him deep, my throat relaxing around him, my hand working the base in time with my mouth. He came with a choked-off cry, my name tangled in his throat, his fist closing in my hair hard enough to sting. The sunlight spilled over both of us, warm and golden, like it had been waiting for this too.

Afterward, he hauled me up and held me so tight I could feel his heart pounding against mine. Not moving. Not talking. Just breathing, like we’d both run a thousand miles to get here.

“I love you,” he said into my skin.

I froze.

“Blaine—”

“I love you, Gregory.” His voice was steady, certain, like a man who had been practicing it for years. He pressed his mouth against my throat, and I felt the wet heat of his tears. “I’ve loved you the whole time. Every day. I never stopped, not for one single day, and I need you to know that.”

I couldn’t speak. My throat was too tight, my chest too full.

“Gregory.”

“Give me a minute.”

“Take as long as you like,” he murmured. “We’ve got all day.”

Then he rolled me onto my back, and it was his turn.

He wasn’t gentle. I didn’t want him to be.

He kissed me like he was trying to memorize the shape of my mouth, like he thought I might disappear if he let go. His teeth dragged along my jaw, his lips trailing fire down my throat, my collarbone, the center of my chest. He lingered at my nipples, teasing them with his tongue until I was gasping, my fingers tangled in his hair. When he finally moved lower, his mouth hot and wet as he took me in hand, I arched off the bed with a broken sound.

But he didn’t stop there.

He kept going, his breath warm against my inner thigh before his mouth found me there, his tongue slick and relentless. I was shaking, my hands fisting in the sheets, my voice raw from saying his name. Blaine’s voice went low and rough when he was certain about something, and he was certain about this. About me. He whispered things against my skin—promises, praises, filthy and sweet all at once—and I felt like I was burning alive.

When he finally pulled away, I whimpered at the loss, but he only reached for the lube in the open suitcase beside us. The snap of the cap was loud in the quiet room, and then his fingers were there, slick and cool against my entrance. He worked me open with the same unhurried patience he brought to everything, one finger, then two, stretching me slowly, his eyes locked on my face like he was memorizing every reaction.

“Look at me,” he said.

I looked at him.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you.”

I couldn’t have looked away if I tried.

He lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against me, and then he pushed inside. I gasped at the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness of him. He went slow—God, he went slow—one hand braced beside my head, the other laced through my fingers, pressing them into the pillow. His hips rolled in shallow thrusts, each one deeper than the last, until he was seated fully inside me, his body flush against mine.