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“Feels so good,” Corey whispered. One of his hands disappeared underneath his body. A second later, Corey groaned in pleasure, telling Remy that he’d wrapped his hand around his own cock. He peeled the naughty hand away and circled his fingers tightly around the base of Corey’s throbbing erection. Corey protested, trying to push through the hold.

“No. You don’t come before I say you can. Understood?” Remy scolded. Corey breathed harshly and wriggled. “Corey,” he pressed again, licking the little dimple above the man’s butt.

“Yes! Oh God, yes... anything you want. But... please.” Corey nearly sobbed. It was the sign Remy had been waiting for. After rasping his evening stubble across one round ass cheek, he licked from Corey’s balls all the way up to the top of his ass.

His lover let out a garbled noise, tensed for a second, and pushed back, seeking more. Remy was all too happy to deliver. He didn’t usually engage in rimming, but he just couldn’t resist tasting Corey. When the man’s musky taste exploded on his tongue, he moaned and started licking, nibbling and sucking the pink pucker with abandon.

Corey went wild. His hands fisted the comforter and he pushed his face into the pillow to muffle his cries. That wouldn’t do. Giving his lover’s ass a break, Remy fisted his curls and turned Corey’s head sideways.

“Let me hear you. I want to hear how much you enjoy this. I want to hear you begging me to let you come. To fuck you,” he growled.

The expression on Corey’s beautiful face was stunning. He looked caught between pain and passion, with his red-blond brows creased and his pouty lips open and panting for breath. Corey had squeezed his eyes shut and a pink flush covered his face. The man was lovely.

“I... please don’t stop, Remy! Wanna feel you!”

Well, wasn’t that cute? Remy untangled his fingers from Corey’s hair and nipped the man’s butt cheek. He leaned to the side, and while searching inside his bedside table, crooned, “Oh, baby, we need to work on your dirty talk.” Remy snatched the bottle of lube and a condom. His lover’s eyes snapped open when he placed both items beside Corey’s head so the man could see them.

Corey groaned. “Please, yes. Fuck me!”

Remy grinned, grabbed the lube, and snicked the lid. “Thought you’d never ask,” he teased and dribbled lube on his fingers.

“Shut up!” his lover growled, which came out rather cute than threatening. Especially when he squealed as Remy pushed one lubed finger through the muscle guarding his channel. God, the man was tight. His ass squeezing Remy’s shaft would feel like heaven.

“Shit. Yes,” Corey hissed and started rocking his hips. Remy added a second finger after a few seconds, quickly finding and rubbing Corey’s gland to distract him from the slight burn he was sure the man would feel at the stretch. Between Corey’s needy movements and Remy’s slipping control, it wasn’t long before he pushed in and out of the man’s hole with four fingers.

“Need you, Corey. Can’t wait any longer,” he whispered against his lover’s ear and licked the tiny shell. One-handed, Remy quickly rolled the condom down his throbbing cock and coated it in lube. However, when he pulled his fingers back and pushed the head of his dick against Corey’s stretched opening, the man tensed suddenly and tried to scramble away. Remy tightened his grip on Corey’s waist to stop him.

“Corey,” he warned. “Don’t tease me now.” His lover shuddered and looked over his shoulder, pleading with his big eyes. What was going on?

“Remy, can we... I want to see you. Please. I want you, I swear, but...”

Aww, hell. Who could resist those round eyes? Corey was just too sweet to ignore his wish. Remy carefully rolled him onto his back, spread the man’s legs, and placed them over his shoulders.

“Lift your cute ass for a second,” he whispered, grabbing a pillow to place it under Corey’s hips. Corey obeyed, then held out his arms.

Really? He wanted to cuddle while Remy’s prick was about to explode? Damn. Remy leaned over Corey’s body and right into the embrace. The move folded Corey in half but the slender man didn’t complain. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Remy’s neck and brushed their lips together in a tender kiss.

Something melted inside Remy at the soft touch. He couldn’t describe it, but holding Corey like that felt... good. Right. Small hands tangled in his hair, Corey’s breath ghosted over Remy’s skin, leaving goose bumps in the wake.

“Ready, baby?” Remy rasped, struggling against the strange feelings rushing through his body. Corey’s wide eyes sparkled. He nodded, wriggling his hips in a blatant invitation. Remy took the hint.

He pushed, carefully at first, but with more force when Corey’s body gave way to the intrusion. Although Corey tensed and gasped, Remy kept going till he was balls deep inside his lover. Only then did he stop to suck a deep breath and rest his head against Corey’s neck. Hot damn. What an exquisite torture.

“So tight, love. How long’s it been?” he pressed between clenched teeth, marveling at the heat and pressure surrounding his length.

Corey panted underneath him. Remy was sure the man’s nails would leave marks where they dug into his shoulders. He lifted his head, searching Corey’s face for signs of pain or discomfort. All he saw was bliss though. As well as something he couldn’t phrase into words.

“Months,” Corey whispered, sounding awed. “Half a year, I guess. God, you feel so good, Remy. Please move! I’m all right.”

Half a year? Remy slowly brushed his hands up Corey’s sides, loving his silky skin. He lightly tickled Corey’s pits as he moved his hands past them. Corey giggled and his ass tightened around Remy’s cock. Groaning, Remy grabbed Corey’s slender hands, pressed them into the pillow beside his lover’s head, and entwined their fingers.

Remy couldn’t remember when he’d last been so close to a lover or held him so intimately. Usually, he fucked them from behind, with his hands holding the guy’s hips to remain in control. This, holding Corey tenderly and looking into the man’s eyes, was something different altogether and morphed quick sex into so much more. Right now, he wasn’t sure if he liked the dangerous direction of his thoughts.

Corey was oblivious to his inner turmoil and got restless underneath him. He clenched and unclenched his muscles, trying to get Remy’s attention.

“Remy! C’mon, move. Wanna feel you tomorrow,” Corey pleaded around a shaky exhale.

Remy groaned, slowly pulling out till just the head of his cock stretched Corey’s ring. Then he snapped his hips in a forceful move that seemed to push the air out of his lover’s lungs. Corey threw his head back, screaming his pleasure through the room. On the next thrust, he adjusted his angle just so and grinned when his lover’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“Found it.” Memorizing the angle, he settled for a fast, strong pace.

“Aww fuck! Right there.”

Tightening his hold on Corey’s hands, Remy kept pegging his lover’s gland with every stroke. He loved the stunned expression on Corey’s face. Loved his responsiveness. Loved the way the younger man clung to him, held him like he never wanted to let him go. Not something Remy had appreciated in the past. Ever. But his lover’s taste and smell, the way the man’s muscles rippled and clenched around Remy’s cock, drove him out of his mind. God, he had a hot, talented ass.

“Remy.” Corey mewled and lifted his hips again and again to meet Remy’s deep thrusts. “So close!”

Remy moaned at the admission. Yeah, he was close, too. And he wanted them to find release together.

Sneaking his hands underneath his lover’s back and curling them around Corey’s shoulders to prevent him from banging into the headboard, Remy started to fuck into Corey’s ass with fast, almost violent thrusts. He sucked up a mark at Corey’s neck before rasping, “I want you to come for me. Without a single touch, only my cock giving you pleasure. Now.” Then he bit the mark and Corey lost it.

With a shout, Corey’s back bowed and his ass clamped tight around Remy’s prick. Hot cum splattered all over the man’s pale chest, hitting Remy’s abs as well. Even if feeling Corey’s body convulsing in his arms, and the smell of his release hadn’t been enough, the pleasure flickering over Corey’s beautiful face would’ve finished Remy anyway.

Remy flexed his hips once, twice more before a strangled moan ripped from his throat and he filled the condom with his seed. Shudder after shudder raced through his body, white lights exploding behind his closed lids. Fucking hell... when had he last come this hard?

His world went slightly fuzzy after that. Only when he came back from where he’d floated through bliss and contentment did he realize he was pressing Corey into the mattress with his heavier body. Remy wanted to roll over to no longer squish his lover, but Corey would have none of that. Instead, he made an unwilling little sound and tightened his legs around Remy’s waist. How had they ended up there?

A nose nuzzled his temple, making him smile tenderly and turn his head to catch Corey’s lips. They kissed for a few minutes. There was no heated passion or the urge to do more though. It was a soft brush of lips against lips, meant to connect and soothe.

“Wow,” Corey whispered, and with drying cum gluing them together, still managed to look all shy and innocent. He ruffled his soft hands through Remy’s short hair. His eyes were such a bright green and his cheeks had a healthy glow. Truly stunning. Maybe that was the reason Remy uttered the next words. Or maybe it was the lack of blood in his brain. Anyway, he couldn’t hold them back.

“Stay with me.”

Corey’s eyes popped wide and roamed his face, probably to detect if Remy was being honest.

“Really? I... can always take a cab. Or—”

Remy silenced him with a quick kiss. It’d be so easy to backpedal, but he didn’t want Corey to give him an out. “No. Stay with me tonight, please. Want to hold you. I’ll go and get something to clean us up.”

He carefully got up, stripped the condom on his way to the bathroom, and threw it in the bin. Once standing in front of the sink, Remy looked at himself in the mirror and did a double take.

Yes, he looked disheveled and flushed from the most intense orgasm he’d felt in... ages. What surprised him were his eyes, or rather, the expression in them. It matched the strange, pressing feeling just underneath his breastbone. Remy placed his hand above it and rubbed gently as if he could get rid of it that way. Ridiculous, because he knew it wasn’t a bodily ache. It was a deep feeling he’d never experienced before. Longing.

Longing for... Corey? More wonderful sex with the man? Not quite. It was deeper, more tender, and frightening as hell. Remy longed for cuddling, holding, and curling up under his blanket. A foreign feeling for him.

His emotions were all over the place, only because they’d had sex. Remy’s instinct told him to toss Corey out despite his earlier invitation. To shove the dangerous temptation this man turned out to be out of his flat as well as his life. However, he couldn’t.

His instinct had nothing against the fist squeezing his heart at the thought of hurting Corey. A man who, despite his obvious hang-ups and shyness, had opened himself to Remy like nobody had before. It felt like he’d not only let Remy inside his body but inside his, yeah, his heart as well. Crazy. But Remy didn’t want to lose the warmth of Corey’s tenderness just yet.

He’d vowed this would only be another friends-with-benefits arrangement but it’d backfired. Now he was in too deep, with no idea what to do about it.

That was a thought for tomorrow. He was way too happy and tired to think about heavy, life-altering stuff. Remy quickly wiped himself down with a cloth, then wetted it again with warm water to clean up Corey.

He found his lover out like a light. The slender man lay on his back with his limbs sprawled all over Remy’s bed. His curly hair, in disarray from Remy’s hands, tumbled over the pillow. Plumb lips were slightly open as Corey breathed steadily, his flat chest rising and falling. The expression on his face was so peaceful.

Carefully, to not wake his lover, Remy cleaned the pliant man and tucked him under the blankets. Then he settled beside him. Remy was clueless what to do next though. The last time he’d tried to sleep, only sleep, with another man in the same bed, he’d been twenty. Eleven years ago. Should he cuddle? Take Corey into his arms? He didn’t want to wake him up.

Turned out he didn’t need to worry. Corey solved the problem by rolling and throwing one arm over Remy’s chest and one leg over his hips. Then he shuffled closer till his head came to rest on Remy’s shoulder.

Oh. That felt nice. Corey was pleasantly warm and smelled wonderful. Remy pressed his nose against his hair and breathed him in. Yes, lemongrass, man and sex. Heaven. In the back of his mind, there was the niggling thought that maybe, just maybe, there was the possibility of Remy getting addicted to Corey lying beside him.

This night hadn’t turned out like he’d planned. Remy couldn’t for the life of him decide if he regretted it or not. One fact stood out though, he was in big trouble.

Corey watched Remington over the rim of his teacup. He’d decided on tea because with the object of his desire visiting him at home for the first time, his body was jittery enough. No need for coffee to make it even worse.

It was Saturday, one week after Remy had taken Corey home and he’d experienced the best sex of his life. Remy was a wonderful lover. Strong, yet attentive. Dominating, yet giving. Corey felt equal parts desired and cherished. As for the guy’s stamina... damn. Thank God they both had jobs to do during the week or Corey would be sore as hell.

Despite his workload, Remy had managed to drag him home and fuck him three more times after work. That Remy always asked him to stay the night pleased him to no end. Especially because he had the feeling Remy didn’t give in to his cuddly side often.

After only eight days of knowing the sexy lawyer, Corey felt thoroughly fondled, kissed, nibbled, sucked, rimmed, fucked and many other things. More often than not, he found himself sitting in his office and replaying their time together in his head. And getting hard.