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“Really? You’re sure?”

Maverick’s foot digs into my side. “Who’s in charge?”

I swallow thickly. “You are. You’re in charge.”

“That’s right. And you trust me to tell you if it’s too much?”

“Yes. I don’t know if I trust myself though.”

“That’s okay. I’ll trust you enough for the both of us.”

Maverick turns onto his side, grabbing the bottle of lube from his bedside table. He pours a liberal amount onto my fingers, guiding my hand to his ass. Gently, I push a finger into his hole, feeling the way he sucks me in. I stifle a moan at the feeling.

“Another one. Go on.”

I do as I’m asked, pushing a second finger into him. I stare at the way his hole opens for me, stretching around my fingers. I push them in as far as I can go, marveling at the way he takes me.

Maverick lets out a soft noise of pleasure and my skin breaks out in goosebumps in response. I’m locked into his pleasure, wanting him to feel good, wanting to make him come. It’s like a tangible thing, clawing at my insides, making me delirious with how badly I want it.

I push a third finger into his ass, stretching him impossibly wide with my big fingers. I pull back, add more lube, and then press into him again. I feel transfixed, watching the way his little pink hole can accommodate my fingers like this.

“Thane,” Maverick hisses out. My eyes snap up to his face, finding his eyes clenched closed, his jaw tense. “Fuck. Push your fingers up, like you’re trying to press against my belly button.”

I do as I’m asked, marveling at the way his body goes tense. He lets out a cry, his hips grinding down against my hand. I do the motion again and again, his cock twitching every time, the tip dripping with precum.

“You’re so good. Fuck, Thane. I could come just from your fingers so you have to stop, sweetheart.”

Gently, I pull my fingers out. Maverick sits up, slathering my cock with lube before brushing even more against his hole. Then he kisses me. This kiss is softer than before, gentle, smooth. I can feel his affection bleeding into the kiss and in response, I hold him.

This is so much more than just allowing instincts to take over. This is so much more than sating that fire inside of me. Between getting here, and now, this has turned into the two of us making love.

I should be startled at the realization, but I don’t have the bandwidth for that right now. These feelings have been building since the day I took Simon into the health center. This has been growing inside of me since I saw him helping students at the bonfire. It’s been cascading inside of me since he took me to see my siblings. He’s right there, always ready to allow me to lean against him, encouraging me to do things for myself, willing to take some of the burden from my shoulders.

Maverick lies back, spreading his thighs for me. I take my cock into my hand, pressing the head of it against his hole. It shouldn’t fit. The logistics of this make no sense. I’m huge compared to his little hole, yet when I press forward, his hole gives.

“Fucking hell,” Maverick says through gritted teeth, his head pressed back against his pillow. “Shit.”

I press forward until the head of my cock is buried inside of him. My body goes still. He’s so fucking tight, so fucking hot around my dick. I’ve never felt pleasure like this before, made better because it’s Maverick I’m inside.

Everything inside of me wants to push forward, wants to impale Maverick on my giant dick. I want to see the outline of my cock through his stomach. I want to fill him with so much cum I can see his stomach inflate.

Instead, I freeze, waiting for Maverick to tell me what to do. He’s the one in charge. He’s the one I want to feel good.

My own pleasure drifts into the back of my mind. It’s not important. The only thing that matters is Maverick.

It’s a heady feeling, giving up control. It feels so fucking perfect. My head can be blank. I don’t have to worry, I don’t have to think. I know Maverick will take care of me.

“So good,” Maverick murmurs, his voice strained. “Fuck, Thane. Look at the way you fit inside of me.”

I look at his hole, red and puffy, such a stark difference to the dark green color of my skin. I run my thumb over his perineum pressing against it until Maverick moans. His face is flushed, the red drifting all the way down his chest. His hand goes to his own dick, stroking himself.

“Don’t push further,” he says softly, “just swivel your hips. You can use your hand on the rest of your dick. Make yourself feel good, sweetheart.”

Taking my cock in hand, I stroke the base up to where I’m buried inside Maverick’s ass. I stare down at the way we’re connected. I feel like I’m milking myself into his body. That thought makes me cry out, my dick twitching inside him.

“Fuck, Thane,” Maverick cries out, one of his legs wrapping around my back. “Fuck. Just like that. I’m close already.”

“Can I come?” I ask, desperately. “Can I come inside you?”