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“Fuck.” I twisted the skirt into my fist as leverage as I pulled out, then quickly filled him back up.

“Oh god.” His torso hit the bed, and he was pulling at the lead of the rope around his wrists. “So big. Fuck, Yuriy.”

I worked my hand on the dildo in tandem with my hips. The muscles in Stas’s back strained under the pressure, and the skirt ruffled around his waist with each thrust. The slap-slap-slap of our bodies colliding echoed in the room, mingling with the desperate cries he no longer tried to repress.

I slithered a hand down between us to wrap around his neglected length. He cried out, strangled and high-pitched, his entire body going rigid beneath me. His spine snapped straight, and his hole tightened around us from the sheer force of his climax. He spilled into my hand, thick ropes that filled my palm. His body convulsed around me and the toy, and the sight of him falling apart pushed me to my edge.

Heat coiled in my stomach, fast and insistent. I pulled out the dildo, dropping it to the bed as I rose on my haunches over him. Hands wrapped around his body, I fucked into him like a desperate animal stuck in a rut. Beneath me, he grunted, hoarse cries filling the room, but I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop my frantic hips from taking…from claiming.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Stanislav…” I slammed my pelvis against his ass, grinding my cum inside him as I exploded, lights flashing behind my closed lids. The cum squished and sloshed around my dick as I rode the waves of my climax, not willing to waste even a second of this fucking paradise I’d found in his body.

I collapsed onto Stas’s back, worn out and panting. His silky skin was coated in a sheen of sweat, salty and hot under my touch. The remnants of his climax spilled from my hand onto the red velvet skirt.

It took a while for both of us to catch our breath. Stas seemed to have fallen asleep—or in a coma—until I slowly pulled out of him and he groaned. I petted his hole fondly, pleased to see him all open still and dripping with my cum.

Why the fuck did it make me proud seeing him this way? No one else I’d fucked ever made me feel like this before.

I smoothed the skirt down his ass, caressed his cheek, and kissed his neck.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Hmm.”

“Stas—”

“I’ve been fucked into an early grave,” he muttered. “I can’t move, Yuriy.”

Shit.

“Hang on.”

I prepped a bath and returned to the bedroom for him. He wasn’t being any help at all to get him into the bathroom. Not left with any other option, I grimaced as I strong-armed him into a fireman’s hold.

“This the way you carry your boyfriend?” he asked.

I grunted. “When you weigh a fucking ton, yeah.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“Fuck, no. But I may have to pump more iron in the gym to match your muscles.”

“I like the way you are. You’re the prettiest man I’ve ever seen, Yuriy.”

I laughed softly, then wheezed as I brought him over to the tub. “Thank you, but I think you’ve already won that award.” I settled him into the tub. “Anyone ever told you that you’re adorable after you’ve been fucked silly?”

“You’re the only one who’s ever fucked me silly, so no.” He grasped my hand and tugged me closer to the tub. “Get in with me.”

“I was going to order room service.”

“Food can wait.”

“But—”

“Get in the fucking tub, Yuriy.”

“Rude.” I smiled but got inside. When I would have settled on the other side, he pulled me against him to sit between his legs and wrapped his arms around me.

His chest was a solid wall at my back, rising and falling slowly, caging me in. Warm water lapped at my shoulders as we settled, little ripples tapping the porcelain.