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Gasping, Archer shot a hand down and grabbed his balls to stop the climax barreling toward him.

Elton chuckling in his ear and against his bare back didn’t help. Neither did Elton licking and nipping a path down his spine as he sank to his knees behind him, peeling the rest of Archer’s torn top off as he went. He dotted more kisses at the small of his back, across the tops of his cheeks, and down his crack to his hole. A single slip of his tongue and a teasing puff of air raised goose bumps across Archer’s skin, his hair still standing on end when Elton placed his hands on his hips and gently turned him around.

Archer swayed, the sight of Elton—still fully clothed, on his knees and staring up at him, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide—making him dizzy.

“Color?” Elton asked.

“Yellow.” He was too close to the edge, Elton’s rough lips so close to his cock tempting him to roll his hips forward, to push his erection into his mouth and come down his throat, but then he’d be coming before he ever got inside Elton, before he gave Elton what he needed too. “Need you to get to the tying me up and riding me part.”

Elton didn’t argue, just nodded and tugged him to the floor with him. Drew him in for a long, lingering kiss and light, teasing touches. “Color?” Elton asked.

“Green,” Archer replied, steady once more.

“Good. I’ll get to tying you up now. And you won’t come until I say so.”

He could handle that now. Couldn’t wait for it. “Show me what you got.”

What he had was Archer spread out on the floor in front of the tasting bar, arms tied to the foot rails with textbook-perfect knots, tight enough to hold firm but not so tight as to injure or trigger any sense of panic.

What he had was Archer writhing under his hands and lips as he trailed them all over his body, worshiping and teasing, making Archer feel every sensation. The suction of his lips, the swipe of his tongue, the pinch of his fingers, the scrape of his nails, the bite of his teeth on the inside of his thigh, making him cry out and beg for Elton’s hole.

What he had was Archer’s undivided attention as he stood over him, slowly undressed, then pulled the plug from his ass, his expression tortured ecstasy, eyes fluttering closed and mouth going slack, making Archer whimper with him. Making him curse with him too when he reached back a hand to add more lube to his stretched hole.

What he had was Archer’s heart in his hands, his body in his hold, as he slowly lowered himself onto his cock, heat and friction, his insides clenching Archer’s length like he never wanted to let go.

And neither did Archer. He gasped and yanked at his bonds, close to the point of tears, all of it so perfect, Elton stretched out over him, blanketing him with warmth. With love. Every kiss, every touch, every rise and fall, meeting Archer’s thrusts, the both of them speeding right back to the edge. So much sensation, so much effort to keep from tipping over, pure pleasure right there for the taking.

Elton cupped his cheek. “Talk to me, baby.”

“So close.”

“So beautiful.” He swiped a thumb across his cheek, smearing wetness. “I always knew you would be. I’ve forgotten countless heated stares over the years, except yours. These hazel eyes haunted me.”

“And yours,” Archer said between panted breaths. “All my fantasies. But this is better than my wildest dreams.”

“I know.” Elton leaned forward and smiled against his lips. “Now come.”

Archer tensed, his fingers clutching the tattered ends of his bodysuit, his back bowed, his toes curling in the carpet, then exploded, spilling in Elton’s hole as he drove his hips up once more, stuffing Elton full and hitting his prostate hard enough to make him shout and come too, streaks of come roping across Archer’s chest, another sensation added to the mountain of others, leaving him warm and tingly all over.

Leaving him open and unguarded to the words Elton whispered in his ear. “I think I’m in love with you, Archer Scott.”

Archer turned his head and captured his lips. “Good,” he murmured against them. “’Cause I think I’m in love with you too.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

“Only think?”

A moment of confusion lingered in Archer’s hazy hazels before he seemed to recognize the teasing in Elton’s tone. And teased back. “You’re the one who said it first.”

He had, and in thirty-second retrospect, realized it was a silly qualification. But one worth teasing the delectable man beneath him over. He reached up and unbound Archer’s wrists, rubbing more blood flow back into them. “How do I get you to know?”

Playing the drama queen, Archer scrunched up his features and hmm’ed like it was the hardest question he’d ever been asked. In return for the sass, Elton used his tongue to smear come around his nipple. Which apparently gave Archer ideas. “Maybe wear the chain and clamps next time.”

Next time, when Elton could remove any qualifications around his future with this man who’d reentered his life and helped alter the course of it—for good, in every sense of the word. Elton opened his mouth to ask if next time, if the future could start tomorrow, but then a high-pitch alarm cut through their peaceful post-orgasmic bubble.

Archer scrambled onto his knees and lunged for his discarded pants, digging in the pockets. “Shit.”

“What’s going on?”