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“Good rule.” Nolan came over and sat beside him on the edge of the mattress. Fynn saw his big dick was only half-hard.

I can fix that.“Lie down with me.”

Nolan raised his feet and stretched out beside Fynn, propped up on one elbow.

Fynn rolled toward him, looking up into his face. “Now kiss me.” He’d figured Nolan would take over in bed, but if the man was going to dawdle, Fynn had other ideas. He ran his thumb over Nolan’s lips, then cupped the back of his head, tugging down.

Nolan leaned over Fynn and brought their mouths together. For an instant he hovered, just out of touch, their breaths mingling. Then he set a wide palm against Fynn’s cheek, closed the gap, and his lips brushed Fynn’s

Oh, yeah.

Nolan deepened the kiss slowly. Fynn parted his lips to beg for more. Nolan tilted his head and sealed their mouths together harder, his tongue sliding against Fynn’s. Fynn let out a shaky moan and Nolan shifted further over him.

Please.

Fynn wrapped his arms around Nolan’s shoulders, pulling him close. His weight came down slowly, pressing Fynn into the mattress. Fynn felt cradled not crushed. He craved that blanketing force. Spreading his legs, he hooked both up around Nolan’s wide thighs. The steel rod of Nolan’s cock pressed down into the groove of Fynn’s groin. His own dick strained between them, more eager than ever, pressed into the soft-on-hard flesh of Nolan’s belly.

Bucking against Nolan for friction, arms and legs wrapped around him, Fynn whined, begging without words.More. Closer. Please.His cockhead rubbed through coarse curls in the tight space between them. Language deserted him.Now, now, now.

“Wait,” Nolan gasped. “Stop doing that if you want me to fuck you.”

With a shudder, Fynn stilled himself. His cock jerked in protest, but he managed to say, “Yes. Please.”

Nolan rolled off him. “Lie on your side, back to me.”

“Not hands and knees?” Fynn had imagined Nolan pounding into him from behind.

“Sometime when we’re not both exhausted.”

Fair enough. Probably smart.Fynn did like intelligence in a man. He rolled onto his side, then froze. “The condom was in my pocket. Now in the hamper.”Damn it.

“Luckily my legs work.” Nolan pressed down on Fynn’s shoulder. “Stay there.”

Fynn closed his eyes, listening as Nolan crossed the room, rummaged, and came back.

The bed creaked under his heavy weight as he stretched out behind Fynn. “Lube?”

“Drawer on your side.”

The drawer slid. “Got it.” Cap clicked. Lube squelched. Then Nolan’s fingers, damp with slick, eased from the base of Fynn’s spine between his asscheeks. Fynn raised his upper leg, bending the knee. The broad touch against his hole was probably only one finger.He has big fingers.Fynn tried to relax, bore down as Nolan’s touch breached him.

“Been a while?” Nolan murmured, slowly working deeper.

Fynnappreciatedthat casual tone, the lack of assumptions ofare you an ass virgin?orare you sure this is a good idea?Yeah, he was absolutely sure. “I’ve used toys recently.”Like the other night, dreaming of you, trying to come silently.He’d gone small-sized with the dildo, though, trying not to grunt and moan with Sheridan in the next room.

Nolan wasn’t small anywhere.

That’s a second finger.

Nolan pulled out, got more lube, and when he came back, Fynn’s ass decided to cooperate. Nolan’s touch slid deep, the itchy stretch giving way to a deep ache and a growing heat— “There! Fuck!” Fynn’s dick jumped, precum welling. He cupped himself in one hand, rubbing his thumb over the wet head. Nolan pressed Fynn’s prostate again and he groaned. “Ready.” He wasn’t, not really, but he also didn’t want to come on Nolan’s fingers. “Ready. Fuck me.”

He expected an argument, but Nolan simply pulled his hand away and Fynn heard the condom wrapper tear.God, this man. He listens!That felt like an incredible gift.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Nolan murmured.

Fynn shivered.No one’s ever called me that.

“We’ll go slow. Let me know if you need to stop.” Nolan set a hand under Fynn’s thigh, pushing him higher. There was another lube-squirt, then Nolan gripped Fynn’s leg and firm, wide pressure at Fynn’s hole demanded entry.