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He laughed, then straddled me as I scooted up onto the bed and let the heel of my mobile leg dig into the mattress. “You don’t have to meet every one of my compliments with one of your own, honey.” He leaned down and laid a kiss on my mouth so tender it almost ruined me. “I know I’m pretty. That’s kind of my whole thing.”

“You’re more than pretty.” My words were coming out unchecked. I couldn’t help it.

I couldn’t seem to control myself when he was around, and fuck, when had that happened? Pressing my palms to his ribs, I held him fast as he curled his fingers around my dick and began to jack me slowly—a fucking hideous pace that would get me absolutely nowhere.

But that was fine.

I was exhausted, and yet I never wanted this to end.

“What’s more than pretty?” he asked in the silence that settled between us.

I closed my eyes so I’d stop trying to see him. “It’s deeper than pretty, Aravind. It’s…I don’t…I wish I was better with words, but I never had the chance to get fancy with my education.” I held my breath for a second as my hands skated upward. My fingertips snagged on his nipples, and I let out a small gasp when I realized they were pierced too. I tugged at them a bit, and he groaned just as I let go. “I wish I was smarter.”

He leaned in, and then his teeth caught my earlobe, biting just hard enough to sting before he soothed it with a careful lick. “You’re smart, Tiago. You’re clever and gorgeous. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

He was probably right on that last account. I let out a heavy breath, then opened my eyes again. I could only see a tiny fraction of his face, so I settled on his eye. “I don’t want you because you’re pretty.”

He sucked in a breath and tensed.

“I think you know that’s a given. You work hard on how you look, and it shows. I’m sure your efforts are rewarded a lot. But even when you were pissing me off, you were so…present. You filled a room. I couldn’t do anything but pay attention to you. I was supposed to dislike you, but I didn’t want to. I knew there was something deeper, and it killed my pride, but I don’t regret letting you in.”

“Tiago,” he murmured.

I shook my head. “You make submitting to you easy. And safe. And…and I like that.”

He said nothing, and just when I thought I’d gotten it all wrong, suddenly, he began to jerk me harder, kiss me deeper, his dick rubbing into the cut of my hip until we were both gasping.

“I don’t think I can…fuck you…I need to come,” he stammered out.

“Do it. You can fuck me later,” I promised.

He moaned again, and then his hand lifted off me, but it was only to take his own dick out. He guided me by the wrist until I was holding his cock in the circle of my fist, and he showed me just how hard to squeeze and just how fast to move.

He liked it slower than me and tighter. He was uncut, a little thinner, but his dick was longer, and god, it was going to fill me up so good.

“Just like that, my good boy,” he murmured as he began to rock his hips. His own hand returned to my dick, and then he pressed his mouth over mine, and we shared gasping breaths as he began to move.

I knew it wasn’t going to take long. White-hot sparks were erupting under my skin, starting low in my stomach, and my cock began to thicken in his hand. He stroked me faster, and it felt so amazing it was almost impossible to focus and follow his pace.

Only I couldn’t last. My ears began to ring, and suddenly, I was coming. My hand on him froze as I lost myself to his deep, intense kiss, and it was only as I started to come down that I realized he was humping himself into my hand.

When I started to move again, he bit my lip hard. “Be still,” he ordered.

My arm froze, and I lay there as he fucked into my fist for several rolls of his hips. And then he went quiet before shooting off all over my lower stomach.

The mess spread, dribbling down toward my own dick, and I gave a heavy moan as he collapsed on top of me, making the whole thing worse.

And also so much fucking better.

“Holy shit,” he gasped. He was shaking slightly as he clung to me. “When I first got here, I thought I was going to have to jerk myself off to sleep. I did not expect this. That was amazing.”

I wrapped my arms around him and held him, the tips of my fingers playing with the edge of his panties as he rolled his hips gently against mine.

Eventually, he started to settle, and our shared come began to cool.

“I don’t think I have it in me to shower again. Sponge bath?” he asked.

“If you tell me where to find everything, I can get it,” I told him.