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It’s like he’s waiting for something, and he’s lost some of his patience now. I follow him back into the room.

I grab my bag and head into the bathroom, my mind already reeling. Did I do something wrong? Or is he… is he waiting for me to ask?

I close the bathroom door and lean against it. That smile, that half-smile. He was just pressing back against me, and now he’s telling me to shower like he doesn’t want me, but his eyes said something different. His body said something different.

Confused and still hard, I take a breath. I brought something to prep myself for him, just in case. I wasn’t sure if I’d be brave enough to use it, but I promised myself I wouldn’t waste the opportunity if it came up.

I shower, trying not to think about my hard cock or what might or might not happen when I get out, and I prepare myself for him. This could be humiliating. But I also know I’ll regret it if I don’t try.

When I open the bathroom door, the room is dark except for the light spilling out behind me. I step forward, and the door swings shut, submerging the room in darkness. The only light comes from the display of the alarm clock and the mini fridge, little red and blue dots scattered across the darkness and a tiny sliver of light from under the bathroom door.

“Lucien?” I call out quietly, my voice uncertain. “Are you asleep?”

“Cam,” he answers, and his voice comes from an unexpected place, not the bed, but close to me. I reach for him, and my fingers brush his bare stomach.

“Lucien—”

His hands wrap around my wrist, and he pulls me toward him. A wave of relief crests in my chest as I turn my body toward him. His mouth is on mine. It’s soft at first, tender and careful, like he’s asking a question he already knows the answer to. His hands cradle my face, and I lean into him, into the kiss, into the relief of finally having him. I circle my arms around his back, letting one hand fall to his ass, which is bare. Oh fuck, he’s naked.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth, deeper, more demanding, and I press myself against him, my hands palming his smooth ass. He makes a sound like a growl and murmurs between kisses, “Drop the towel.”

I do, letting it fall to the floor. Then he’s lifting me, his hands gripping my thighs, and I wrap my legs around him. He carries me the few steps to the bed and lays me down before walking over to turn off the bathroom light.

We’re in near-total darkness, and I can barely see him, but I can feel him everywhere. His mouth moves across my neck, open and wet, and trails down my collarbone.

His kisses are thorough, and the sensation is overwhelming. His hands stroke down my ribs to my hips. He grinds himself between my legs, and I open them wider to accommodate him, and the friction of his cock against mine makes me moan.

“Tell me,” he breathes, his voice hot and wet in my ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want.”

“Say it anyway,” he commands, his breath heavy.

He lifts himself with one arm, hovering over me in the darkness, and I feel his cool fingers travel down my stomach, through the trail of hair above my dick. Then his fingers move underneath, lifting my balls and stroking the sensitive skin behind them. The sensation sends a jolt through me.

“Open your legs, Cam,” he whispers.

I spread my legs a little more and his finger moves to my hole. He freezes when he feels me. I’m open, ready for him.

“Fuck, Cam,” he breathes, shock and heat in his voice. “Did you prep for me, baby?”

“Yeah,” I say, even though my heart is beating out of my chest.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” He kisses me again, deeper, and then says, “Come on, tell me what you want. I just want to hear you say it.”

Now that I’m certain we’re going to fuck, the words come easier.

“I want to feel you inside me.”

He groans, an almost pained sound. “Oh, baby, you will.”

He lowers himself onto me again, grinding against me, a prelude to what I feel is coming, what I’ve been dreaming about since that first night in my apartment.

He reaches under the pillow and pulls out lube and a condom. I hear the click of the lube bottle as he prepares himself and then squirts it onto his fingers. His fingers wet my hole, and he fills me with lube until I’m so slick his fingers slide loosely in and out. He pushes one of my knees to my chest, and I lift the other one for him.

“You feel so good, baby. You’re going to take my cock so well.”

“I want you, Lucien.”