Gray swallowed against the sudden dryness in his throat, and he warred with himself. Part of him coveted the freedom that came with fantasies; he wanted to just go with it and let his hunger take charge. Then the other part of him… As far as he knew, Darius wasn’t quite ready to bottom again, and that wasn’t a problem. Gray didn’t mind waiting. So if…if…this was what Darius wanted, then Gray needed to wake up fully and look his man in the eye to see the proof for himself.

“Don’t overthink it, baby boy.”

Fuck. Gray couldn’t describe what it did to him to be called baby boy. It only happened in bed, and it was the most intoxicating spice. The term caused a physical reaction every bit as intense as Darius’s mouth on his cock—of his fingers rubbing against his prostate.

Don’t overthink it.

Before he knew it, he rolled on top of Darius, and he kissed him hard. They made out passionately, their bodies taking charge, and it batted away the last cobwebs of sleep. Their hunger grew, most of all Gray’s, who couldn’t help himself. He wanted everything at once. He wanted to say a million things, and nothing came out. Not a damn word.

Maybe they didn’t need to say anything.

Darius reached blindly for the lube and knocked his phone off the nightstand in the process.

Gray steeled himself for Darius’s touch. It would suck royally if he lost it already. It was just such an unfamiliar feeling to have Darius’s long, rough fingers slicking up his cock—at the same time as Gray was still sore from before they went to bed. Even with a gunshot wound, Darius could give it to him hard.

“That feels way too good,” Gray murmured huskily.

Darius smiled and nipped at Gray’s bottom lip. Then he withdrew his hand, and Gray swallowed a bout of nerves and pressed the head of his cock against Darius’s ass.

In a moment when he was fully prepared to get desperate, Gray found himself slowing down instead. He eased forward carefully and locked eyes with Darius, wanting to see his every reaction. But it wasn’t easy. Christ, every inch Gray took threatened to consume him. It was so tight, warm, and slick. And whenever he tensed up, the lingering burn in his ass from last night intensified the pleasure.

Darius met him in a heated kiss, and Gray couldn’t hold on to the control. He pushed a little harder and buried himself all the way in, and there was no stopping the moan from slipping out.

Darius kissed him deeper and slipped his hands down to Gray’s ass. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Gray rasped. “Fuck.”

The unhurried pace didn’t last as long as he’d planned. As soon as the discomfort wasn’t so evident on Darius’s face, they both spurred each other on. And when Darius began meeting every thrust, all bets were off. Gray grabbed on to the headboard and drove in hard, eliciting a sexy growl from Darius.

“Fuck. Do that again, boy.”

Gray didn’t need to be told twice. Lust exploded within him, and he started fucking Darius without caution. Eyes screwed shut, heart pounding, muscles protesting.

Darius cursed and raked his blunt fingernails across Gray’s back, and it felt like they left a scorching trail of fire on his skin.

Their heavy breaths mingled in the silence of their bedroom, and Gray opened his eyes again and met Darius’s hooded gaze. Right then and there, it was only the two of them in the whole world.

Holy fuck. Gray lost his breath and rested their foreheads together. He was losing, fast.

“I’m getting close…” The words left him in an almost helpless plea, and it conveyed his desperate need for Darius to take over. Even here, even with Darius writhing below, in a more vulnerable position, Gray wanted to bask in someone else’s control.

Darius read him too well. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

Those were the magic words.

“Take everything.”

Those were pretty fucking magical too, and Gray moaned against Darius’s neck and sped up, chasing his orgasm. Over and over, he pushed his cock in and out of Darius’s tight ass.

“Oh fuck,” Darius exhaled right before he went rigid. Gray inched away just in time to see the pleasure flitting across Darius’s face, and then he was coming.

For a quick moment, Gray felt like an asshole. He’d been too consumed by fucking Darius to make sure they both got off. Luckily for Gray, it happened anyway, and the scent of Darius’s release was fucking mouthwatering. Peering down between them, he stared at Darius working his cock through the orgasm, and that was all he could take. Gray slammed in once, twice, three more times before his climax took over.

“Jesus,” Darius gritted. “I’m gonna feel that tomorrow.”

Gray couldn’t talk yet. As the last of his release left his body, all he could do was collapse. Right on top of his man. Right in the mess. No fucks given.

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