“You sure?” I asked, breath ragged against his skin.
Dean nodded, eyes blown wide with want. “I’m sure. Please.”
I made quick work of the rest of our clothes, peeling them off between kisses, hands greedy, mouths never staying apart for long, his body under me, warm and wanting, soft little gasps escaping him as I kissed my way down his stomach.
I took my time prepping him, fingers slick with lube, working him open slow and gentle, watching every expression on his face as his body yielded to me, soft and ready.
“You’re perfect,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him as I slid the condom onto my thick, hard dick.
“So are you,” he whispered back.
I slicked myself up.
I nudged the bulbous head of my cock between his lubed ass cheeks.
He gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer, eyes bright and wanting.
I pushed in slow, one steady thrust, burying myself inside him, and the tight heat of him made my heart skip.
Dean gasped, head tilting back, hands clutching at my arms. “Oh, fuck—Harry—yes…”
I gave him a moment, leaning down to kiss his lips, his throat, his firm young chest.
“You’re okay?” I checked, brushing the hair back from his forehead.
“Yeah.” He nodded, breathless, smiling. “God, yeah—don’t stop.”
I started to move, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out, then pushing back in, deep and steady, finding a rhythm that made Dean moan, his hands scratching at my back, nails digging into my skin.
“Harry… harder… please!”
I gave him what he wanted, hips snapping forward, thrusting harder, deeper, driving into him until the gazebo echoed with the soft creak of wood.
His thighs tightened around me, pulling me in closer, locking me against him.
His eyes were fixed on mine, desperate and adoring all at once.
I reached between us, wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts, and it didn’t take long. Soon he was crying out, back arching, body clenching down hard around me as he came, shooting hot white spools of cum across his stomach.
The tight squeeze of his ass muscles around my cock pushed me over the edge. I groaned his name—“Dean! Oh Dean!”—burying myself deep as I gushed hard inside him, hips stuttering, the world going white for a second as pleasure flooded through me.
We collapsed together, tangled and breathless, hearts racing.
I kissed him softly—his lips, his cheek, his sweat-damp hair—then pulled out, slow and careful.
Dean curled against me, head on my furry chest, arms wrapped tight around my thick waist. His breath slowed, soft and even, and he let out a happy little sigh that felt like the best sound I’d ever heard.
“I’ve missed you,” he said softly. “All that time in LA, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. All I wanted was for you to hold me.”
I held him even tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I’m right here, babe. I’m not going anywhere.” I paused and added, “I wish you didn’t have to go anywhere either.”
The pond rippled softly under the moon, the world quiet around us.
In that little white gazebo, wrapped up in each other’s arms, everything else could wait.
DEAN
The next day,the park felt even more chaotic than before.
