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My mouth fell open, and I gave a dismayed little gasp. “You mean . . . I have to
study
to have sex again?”

Noah started to laugh, and he opened the door fully and came into the bathroom, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. Without asking permission, he slid in behind me, so we were both facing the mirror, and he smoothed his rough, pink-palmed hands down my light-brown shoulders.

“Calm down,” he said throatily, breath tickling my ear. “There is no studying. There is no test at the end. Connor, there is really just you and me.”

His hands, my shoulders—that was really all it took. My bones melted, muscles spreading in pools, as I allowed him to take over.

“There is a you and me,” I said, partly to make sure.

“You’re going to doubt that now?” He ran his lips from my ear to my shoulder blade, via the side of my neck.

“No,” I sighed. No doubting, just doing. Was that why I’d been so good at sex? I hadn’t seen what happened after the last come?

He ran his hands firmly over my moist skin, kissing, touching, nibbling. I watched in the mirror as his brown fingers pinched my nipples, soft, hard,
harder
, until I keened and wrapped my hand around my cock.

He pulled it away.

“Open the box with the three,” he said, and because he asked me to, my hands hardly trembled.

They were bubblegum pink.

“Lube the small one,” he whispered.

I did, the clear lubricant dripping slowly down the pointed end. He took the base from me carefully, and his hand disappeared from the mirror. A breath later, the tip of the plug traced its careful way down my crease, dipping for a moment into my pucker, then poking the base of my balls.

“Tease,” I whispered. Then, “Oh!”

While I’d been talking, he’d slid it right back up and home.

I clenched around it and whined—it was small, the width of the widest part
maybe
the width of his thumb. Just enough to feel—but not enough to fill.

“You
have
done this before,” he chuckled. He tugged on it until the bulb kissed my rim, and then pushed it back. And then again, and then back. My cock ached, flopping wetly against my thigh. I leaned forward, resting my hands on the side of the sink and thrusting my ass out, unconsciously begging for more.

“Noah . . .” It was a plea.

“Lube the second one,” he ordered. He played with the first one the whole time—and my hands shook so hard I almost dropped the lube and the plug.

He let go of the thing in my ass long enough to rescue the second plug, and I retrieved the lube from the sink.

“Hold on,” he murmured, and tugged the small one out.

I gasped and whined, because I was
so
much more sensitive after all his playing than I’d been at the beginning, and then, while I was still breathing hard, he popped the second one in.

“Nungh!”

“Good.” He was laughing at me—and I didn’t care. I was at his mercy, yes, but he was taking care of me that way. It’s the only reason to put your pleasure in someone else’s hands—if you know they’ll use their hands to stroke that pleasure into ecstasy.

I clenched around this one and whimpered again. Bigger—I could feel it, but still not enough. I stuck my ass out and rocked back and forth, needing so hard, so bad, that I wasn’t sure I could make it.

“Connor!” Noah popped me sharply in the back of the thigh, and I stopped rocking.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“No, baby, don’t be sorry.” Noah rubbed my bottom, easing the sting. “Just focus for me, okay?”

I nodded, finding my center, finding peace. He didn’t tease me with this one, just pulled it out slowly. I gave a hard shudder, moaning into the cave of my body as I leaned over the sink, but I managed to keep it together. The long stroke of his hand helped.

“Here,” he murmured. “Stand up. I need to use the sink.”

I stood up, feeling empty, deprived, and watched him as he rinsed the plug off in hot water and antibacterial soap, and then . . . lubed it again?

He smiled sleepily at me and dropped his boxers to the floor. Then, while I was staring at his cock—which looked just as good as it had looked this morning, and just as alien, as though I’d never seen one before—he arched his back, and moved the hand with the plug behind him.

I stared at him, my mouth open, my body flushed and ripe and aching, as he thrust the plug slowly in his backside. His lips parted, his face grew lax, and then his entire body slackened, probably when it slipped into place.

His eyes met mine in the mirror, sultry and debauched, and I was aroused beyond words.

“You . . . you . . .”

“I like the way it feels.” He sounded so replete that I moved my hand to my cock, just to join him in that place. He knocked my hand away and rolled his half-hooded eyes. “Now one more, and we’ll go into the bedroom, okay?”

I nodded, but my hands shook too badly to even pull the plug out of the plastic nest. He took it from me slowly, and I saw the tremor in his hands too. He wasn’t shaking badly enough for him to drop things, but I was reassured, somehow, to know he was aroused, and it was hard to wait, and that this moment wasn’t easy either.

His warm palm in the small of my back soothed me, and he took the lubed plug and thrust it slowly inside.

“Aaah . . .” I remembered this, the burn, the stretch, that strangely peaceful headspace you had to put yourself in to accommodate it. “Oooohhh . . .” And it was in, and I was full, full and shaking with it. Noah wrapped his arms around my shoulders then, covering my nakedness, filling me with heat. He buried his nose in the hair at my nape, and his arms tightened convulsively, just as I noticed his cock, pressed against my right cheek, granite hard and slicker than the plug in my asshole.

“I,” he breathed, “am so ready to fuck you. Can we make it to the bed, or should I do it right here, where you can watch me?”

I dragged my eyes to the mirror, saw the darkness of his skin had grown even darker with a sex flush, and that my throat had washed purple with the same. We looked debauched, both of us, like we’d been fucking all night, and would fuck some more, and would sleep in each other’s cum and wake up smelling of sex with throats raw from screaming.

I closed my eyes and shuddered. “Bed,” I managed. It was probably the only decision I was capable of making right now.

He reached down and, to my surprised, grabbed my cock and tugged. The touch was sensual, but the idea of it was so comic I actually came down from my peak a little.

“Are we doing that now?” I asked, allowing myself to be led.

“I’d put a leash on it and take you out in public,” he threatened.

I had to laugh. “You hate people looking at you!” He did—he was so good at being self-effacing, at kicking back with his phone and simply watching the world and allowing it to amuse him.

He squeezed me and gave a tug sharp enough to make me moan. When I opened my eyes, he was close, looking deep inside my heart. “Connor, if you are naked, your ass spread with a plug bigger than this one, and a leash wrapped around your balls as I parade you in front of the world for all to see, do you really think they’re going to be looking at me?”

My vision washed black, and my knees trembled. Noah caught me and helped me sit down on the bed—which was a mistake because the plug was driven in particularly deep.

“Oh my
God
!” That quickly, I was a breath away from coming.

“Shh . . . shh . . .” He ran his hands all over my body, not arousing, calming while keeping the desire stoked. I slumped on the turned-down bed until he pushed me back and shoved a pillow under my hips, then spread my thighs and propped up my knees.

I was laid out for him to use, and if I’d had any room in me for doubt, I’d be terrified. I’d never trusted Vinnie like this, had
never
given someone power over me like this. But I needed . . . oh God.

Tears leaked out the corners of my eyes, my desire for possession was so acute.

I probably could have come just from
imagining
his mouth on my cock, but he could tell—I was too close to dick with, too close even to blow.

“Are you ready?” he asked, tugging slightly on the plug.

“God, yes,” I all-but-sobbed.

“One rule.”

“Please . . .”

“Don’t hold back,” he ordered, and then yanked the plug out and slid his cock home.

I screamed, loud and breathlessly as he found his seat, and then louder as he rocked his hips back. “
Noah
!”

“I’m fucking you!” He hammered inside of me with no reserve, no inhibitions, just the hard, furious fucking of someone who has been on edge entirely too long.

“God, yes!” I screamed the words, and he responded by fucking me harder. He said not to hold back, and I didn’t. Oh my
God
, I had forgotten this! I was high, I was
soaring
, my body shrieking on the peak of orgasm in that breathless gasp before the weightless plummet down. I wrapped my legs around his hips, clutched at his shoulders, and
held on
.

My body washed hot and cold, and I was forced to close my eyes, because the expression on Noah’s face—fierce, relentless, surfing the ragged edge of climax and insanity, was too close a mirror for what I felt.

And I—I was without brakes. I pounded his ass with my heels, scraped his shoulders with my fingernails, and the racket— God, I would not stop.

“Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . Oh Noah . . . So close . . . I’ve got to . . . Please, can you make me—”

“You can do it, Connor. C’mon, baby . . . c’mon . . . I need to feel you clench . . . need to feel you so tight . . . Can you come for me? C’mon,
come
for me!”

He sat back on his knees and shoved my thighs up. “Grab your dick, damn it. Let’s go!”

Oh! Just that little bit of control, that did it, the exquisite pressure of my own fist, jacking my cock, and Noah’s relentless fucking . . .

This time I screamed so loud my voice cracked, and I felt it, boiling up from all points south, my stretched asshole, my tingling taint, my hard, tender balls, and my cock,
mine
, which was alive and bucking in my fist. Stroke, stroke, stroke, the tightening of my thumb and forefinger around my crown, the combination of heat and friction ramping the pleasure to unbearable levels.

“
Noah
!”

My voice broke as I came, hot and urgent, the semen spurting between us.
We can wear it on our skin
, I thought dreamily, just as Noah roared, and rutted feverishly inside of me, locked in place by the clenching of my ass.

I could feel him, the spurting of his cock, the heat of his cum inside me. I’d forgotten that feeling, that alive feeling of holding another person inside of you, of having their fluid leaking from your body.

My eyes closed, with Noah’s cock still lodged solidly up my ass, and I started drifting.

His kisses on my face pulled me back—mostly. “Con?”

“Yeah.”

“’Kay. Making sure you’re still here.”

“Is hard,” I confessed vaguely. “So . . . loose.” Not just the rim of my ass, which was beginning to leak cum around Noah’s girth, but my body, my mind—everything.

Noah puffed laughter and kissed me soundly. I focused on
that
: his heat, his body, the merging of the two of us. Those things I could get a handle on.

“I’ve got to move,” he said after a moment, and I realized he was clenching and unclenching his ass—pretty much like I still was because, well, there was something
in
there.

I made a sound of disappointment and relief as he slid out, and then I rolled over to my side to watch him walk toward the bathroom.

“Can I see?” I slurred, the desire to watch him play with himself—even at the end of lovemaking—surprisingly strong.

He looked at me over his shoulder and propped one hand on the doorframe. “Aren’t you feeling kinky.” He winked.

“It’s just . . .” Vinnie hadn’t liked bottoming. He’d let me top, but even though I’d tried—had, in fact, done the things with the plugs and the stretching and the kindness—he’d never really relaxed into it. I mean, I got it. Being gay was not equivalent with loving anal, but I just
loved
it so much. I’d wanted to give him that same high. Knowing that Noah loved it too—without shame or inhibition or stigma about being a “top” and so not wanting his ass played with—that did something hot and melty to my insides. “Sexy,” I finished weakly, watching as he slid his hand down his backside.

The hot pink of the plug stood out in vibrant contrast to Noah’s almost black skin, and he paused his hand right at the little pull loop at the base. With a shudder, he tapped the plug, putting on a show for me.

I couldn’t look away.

He tapped the plug again, and let out a breathless moan, and my spaghetti muscles did the unthinkable and propelled me out of bed.

“Let me,” I pleaded, drawn to the long line of his back, the otter-sleek muscles of his legs and thighs.

“Sure,” he breathed. He leaned against the wall and thrust his ass out a little more, and I touched the plug gently, almost afraid.

This could hurt.

He shuddered, and groaned and bit into his biceps, and I dropped my hand.

“Killing me, Connor. Don’t tease!”

“Oh! Yeah— Okay!” I grasped the plug again and tugged with some force, making him moan into his shoulder. Out, out, out, until the widest part was wedged solidly in the circle of his sphincter. I looked down at it, marveling. He was bigger than the plug and he fit inside
me—
did he like to look at it, like a human magic trick? Watch me fit a human inside of this human?

His fist hit the doorframe with a frustrated
thump
. “Connor . . .”

I let go, and the plug sucked right back in.

“Augh!”

I squatted down behind him—probably ugly naked, with his cum running down my backside and down my thighs, but I didn’t care. Using one hand on his hip to steady myself, I grabbed it again and pulled out slowly, slowly, slowly, knowing he was stretched now, wide, wide enough?