This time, instead of retreating, Vaughn advanced. He took a step and then another until he guided Bryant backwards, toward his bedroom. “I’m going to take my time with you. Savor every moment. Every inch of you.”

“That sounds good.” Bryant nodded eagerly.

Vaughn chuckled. He wasn’t making fun of Bryant. No, he was getting off on how much he was about to blow Bryant’s mind. They both knew he would.

When the back of Bryant’s knees bumped into the bed, he battled a moment of panic.

“Hey, you’re not trapped. No one is forcing you to do this. If you’re not into it at any time, you just say so. I’ll stop. I won’t be upset. I won’t walk out on you. I’ll stay and hold you and we’ll work through it together. Unless you ask me to go. You can even have my place to yourself if you need space. I’m happy to sleep in your truck tonight. You got that?” Vaughn asked, sounding more serious than Bryant had ever heard him before. “This is all up to you. At your pace.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for being a decent human being.” Vaughn sidled closer again. This time he slid his hand beneath Bryant’s shirt. He rubbed his open palm over Bryant’s abs then slid it upward to his chest, soothing Bryant even as he enflamed him. Those first intimate touches made Bryant’s breath stick in his lungs and his cock stand up at attention. “Would you like me to undress you?”

He nodded so hard and fast he looked like the ancient cowboy bobble-head stuck on the dash of his dad’s pickup. In fact, he was about to tear his own clothes to shreds so Vaughn didn’t have to waste time on getting him naked. His entire body hummed. He’d waited years for this moment and didn’t want to risk anything ruining it now.

Including himself and his self-doubts.

Maybe he’d gotten soft while he was away. He didn’t work the ranch every day and had eaten a few too many pizzas while he studied. Although he’d made good use of his campus’s gym, it wasn’t the same, really. Town life didn’t seem to have impacted Vaughn, though. He could already tell Vaughn was even more cut and toned than he used to be, despite having forsaken ranch jobs. He’d grown up really, really well.

Bryant had filled out from his younger self, but he wasn’t as strong as he could be. Yet.

It was time to change that.

He reached out and cupped Vaughn’s stubbled jaw. Using the pad of his thumb, he brushed the other man’s lips.

“That’s right. I’m yours for the taking, too,” Vaughn murmured, teasing Bryant’s thumb with his mouth as he spoke. “Feel free to explore.”

“I still wonder what it would be like to kiss you. Same as I did back then. I thought about it a lot that summer. And even more since,” Bryant admitted. “The taste I had last night wasn’t enough. I was in shock and it happened so fast, it felt like another fantasy. I need to do it again.”

“Same here. Back then you drove me nuts with your easy smile and quick comebacks, not to mention the way your lean muscles would put on a show while you were working. Mostly because I knew I couldn’t have you. I’d hoped…after you turned eighteen…but then…”

“Enough about then.” Bryant stepped closer and dropped his head so that his mouth was a hairsbreadth from Vaughn’s. “Kiss me. Right now.”

Vaughn didn’t need to be told twice. He groaned and fused their mouths, cradling Bryant’s cheeks between his hands as if trying to prove how different he could be from Bill, who’d scarred Bryant bad enough that he’d written this experience off for six whole years.

He moaned and trembled in Vaughn’s grip.

It was everything he’d wished for and never gotten. Spicy, sweet, and a little bit desperate.

Patiently, Vaughn showed him how to make it even better with swirls of his tongue, the hint of teeth, and a seductive rhythm they naturally fell into as they discovered how well they meshed. Bryant didn’t have anything to compare it to, but he figured it was as good as he suspected when Vaughn drew back, panting, to rest his forehead on Bryant’s.

He stared into Bryant’s eyes just long enough to catch his breath and whisper, “Damn,” before going back for seconds. Instead of ramping up their exchange, Vaughn seemed content to dwell. He pressed Bryant’s shoulders, though, urging him to sink onto the bed if he chose.

It wasn’t a shove. He wasn’t demanding it.

It was a suggestion.

One Bryant gladly took. He wanted to settle in and savor these moments. The ones where his eyes were opened to the magnitude of pleasure he could find with the perfect partner. He lay down and Vaughn followed, never breaking their contact. When Bryant tried to settle onto his back, Vaughn rolled him to his side instead. Probably so that he wasn’t fully on top of Bryant.

While part of him appreciated not feeling pinned down, most of him regretted the loss of Vaughn’s comforting heat and weight on top of him. Sometime when he was able to actually form words, he’d tell Vaughn that he didn’t mind the pressure.

For now, he was content to make out with Vaughn, mimicking the motions he made with his mouth. His toes curled when he made Vaughn moan. To know he could affect his partner, even as skilled as he was, made Bryant feel like less of a complete failure.

He was on euphoria overload. He dropped his head back to gasp for air and Vaughn slowly descended, giving him ample time to object, which he definitely didn’t do. Vaughn began to spread his kisses over Bryant’s exposed neck, licking and sucking places Bryant never knew could be so fucking sensitive. He squirmed on Vaughn’s bed.

Oh God, he was in Vaughn’s bed.

That thought alone had his cock throbbing in his jeans. He groaned. Going slow like this was its own form of delicious torture. One he didn’t mind in the least.

When his eyelids drifted open, he saw Vaughn tensed with desires of his own. Was Bryant being selfish? Making the other guy wait when he needed more?

“Is this okay? For you?” Bryant asked.

“Fucking incredible,” Vaughn murmured, as if in awe. “Not sure if I’ve ever really taken the time to get this amped up before rushing to the finish line. It’s different with you. New and amazing. I could do this all night.”

It made something deep inside Bryant blossom to know Vaughn was exploring uncharted territory just like him. He relaxed and gave himself permission to ask for more. “You said you were going to undress me. Do it, please. I want to feel your skin on mine while we kiss.”

Vaughn hesitated, taking several deep breaths. “You’re going to kill me. If my heart explodes and I croak in bed, just tell everyone I went out the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“Do you really mean that?” Bryant traced Vaughn’s swollen lower lip with the tip of one finger.

“I’m probably not actually going to die. It just feels like it. More like I already have and I’m in heaven.” Vaughn winked.

Bryant laughed. “Not that. I mean, does this really make you happy?”

“Yeah. It’s kind of weird. I feel more than horny in bed. I feel…like it’s been too long since I was kissing you because I want to share more of this sensation with you.”

How could he resist that? Bryant reached out and drew Vaughn close again. “Multitask then. Kiss me but take my clothes off, too. Can you do that?”

“I think so.” Vaughn flashed a wicked grin before he sealed their mouths. His fingers deftly unbuttoned Bryant’s shirt. Never hurrying. He slipped each button through the hole, then trailed his fingers along the bare skin he exposed before working on the next.

Why the fuck did this shirt need so many buttons anyway? Bryant arched, trying to press his chest closer to Vaughn. When he’d finally finished, Vaughn clasped Bryant’s hands in his. Their fingers entwined for a while even as their legs scissored and their mouths kept devouring each other. Only when Bryant made a tortured sound low in his throat did Vaughn place Bryant’s hands at the top of his shirt.

Bryant couldn’t say he was as suave as Vaughn. He fumbled, then resorted to tugging a few of the buttons off, but eventually he freed Vaughn’s torso. He couldn’t stop himself from kneading the muscles there as they stared into each other’s eyes, always kissing.

They rolled around on the bed, wrestling each other’s shirts off without interrupting their make-out session. They tumbled over each other, tugging and straining, rubbing against each other in the most delicious foreplay imaginable.

When Bryant ended up straddling Vaughn, he broke the kiss, just for a moment, to get a good look at his partner. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”

He raked his fingers down Vaughn’s body from his collarbones, over his chest and tight nipples, along the valley of his ripped abdomen to the trail of hair that disappeared into his waistband. He rocked his hips, grinding their denim-covered cocks together.

Thank god for the thick material, or Bryant would definitely have lost it by now. His balls were tight and close to his body, drawn up at the thought of how this would end.

He never wanted it to end.

“You are, too.” Vaughn echoed his thoughts and his gestures, running his hands over Bryant’s arms, chest, and finally down to his ass. He squeezed hard and used the grip to guide Bryant, keeping him rubbing their hard-ons together through their pants. “Do you want to show me your cock? Let me suck it?”

“Son of a bitch.” Bryant threw his head back and clenched his jaw. He damn near came in his pants at the thought alone.

“Is that a yes?” Vaughn asked, his fingers hovering over the button on Bryant’s fly.

“Hell yes. But…” Bryant swallowed hard.

“But what?”

“I don’t even know if you’ll get it all the way in your mouth before I come. I’m on the edge. Just from making out with you.” He turned his head to the side, feeling his cheeks heat.

“Hey, you’re doing better than I did. My first time, I shot the second I rode the guy’s thigh while making out with him.” Vaughn grinned. “Don’t worry. If you want to come, come. It’ll take the edge off. I’ll get you hard again eventually. There’s no hurry tonight.”

Bryant knew right then that more than his virginity was at stake. He wanted to give himself to Vaughn. His heart included. A dangerous proposition. So he pretended to himself that things weren’t so serious. That it was just a hookup. No big deal.

Then he nodded. “Please. I’d love to know what it feels like to have someone suck my cock.”

From the bragging his cousins did, he knew it was a highlight of their sex lives. Bryant wanted to be in on the secret. Even if it meant craving something he couldn’t have all the time.

Vaughn licked his lips, then popped the button on Bryant’s fly before unzipping it carefully. He wrapped his fingers in the waistband of Bryant’s jeans and walked them down his hips and thighs. When Vaughn ran out of room, his fists at his sides and the jeans strangling Bryant’s knees, Bryant rolled to the side, landing on his back. Vaughn came over him and finished the job, peeling the denim down and off Bryant’s socked feet before getting rid of those and his underwear, too.

Then he was naked. Bared to Vaughn’s hungry gaze. Vaughn scanned him from head to toe, taking special note of his cock, which had never been as long or hard as it was in that moment. It lay heavy on his belly, leaking precome onto his abs. “Damn, Bryant. You’re impressive.”

“Come on, I’m not that naïve. I’ve watched a lot of porn. If anything, I’m average.”

Vaughn grinned. “Average guys don’t star in porn.”

“Oh.” Why hadn’t he considered that? Right then, reasoning was beyond him. There were other things more important. “Can I see you, too?”

“In a minute,” Vaughn said. “I want to touch you. Is that okay?”

Bryant didn’t hesitate. He reached out and tugged Vaughn’s hand straight to his cock. When the other man fisted his dick, a primitive howl flew from Bryant’s throat. He saw stars as Vaughn adjusted his grip before massaging his shaft with ripples of his fingers. Jesus. He’d imagined it would be great, but he’d had no idea it would be so much more intense than jerking off when someone else touched him.

Someone he desired. Someone who respected him and only cared about bringing him pleasure.

God, he’d been so stupid.

He refused to think about that now, while Vaughn nearly made his eyes roll so far back inside his skull that he read equations from his research, which were imprinted on his neocortex. Bryant lifted his hips, shoving his cock deeper into Vaughn’s grasp.

“Does that feel good?” Vaughn asked.

“Shit, yes,” he growled.

“Do you like it more like this…” Vaughn left his hand looser and jacked the tip a few times. “Or like this…?” Then he tightened his grip and made full-length strokes with his fist.

When the side of his hand bumped Bryant’s balls, he couldn’t decide. “Both. I like both.”

Vaughn chuckled. “It’s so fun to experiment with you like this. Don’t worry. I know something you’ll like even better than either of those.”

“Not sure that’s possible.” Bryant dug his toes into Vaughn’s comforter to keep from flying into space. He wasn’t a rocket scientist, but he was pretty sure they generated enough energy between them to shoot him into orbit.

Without bothering to argue, Vaughn sank between Bryant’s legs and cupped his balls in his palm. He rolled them lightly while still jerking Bryant off. And just when Bryant thought he might come before he felt Vaughn’s mouth on him, the other guy leaned in and licked around the head of his dick while his hand kept up its magic.

“Vaughn!” He wasn’t sure if he was calling out for the other guy to stop or to do more. All he knew was that his focus was lasered in on the places where they intersected and the things Vaughn was capable of doing to him.

“I’m right here, Bryant. I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Remember, you’re safe with me. It’s okay to let go. I want you come. For me. Whenever you’re ready.”

Bryant looked at Vaughn then, and saw him open his mouth as he approached, slowly. Waiting for affirmation that it was okay to proceed.

“Please,” was the only thing Bryant could say.

The humid suction that enveloped his cock in the next moment shocked him in the best of ways. He never imagined it could be like this. Damn, his cousins had been holding back. Their rave reviews still hadn’t done this justice. The pressure of Vaughn sucking, interrupted by light laps of his tongue, kept Bryant on the edge of rapture longer than he thought he would make it.

He tensed but held there, suspended in euphoria, as Vaughn slid down his shaft, taking it all in his mouth. When Bryant’s cock bumped his soft, hot flesh, the ex-cowboy did something with his jaw and welcomed Bryant into his throat.

He swallowed around the entire length of Bryant’s hard-on, proving that even if Bryant was bigger than normal, it wasn’t a problem for his partner. As the pressure increased, Vaughn flicked the pad of his thumb up the center line of Bryant’s sac. He used his tongue to lave the underside of Bryant’s cock.

But when he hummed, like Bryant’s erection was the most delicious thing he’d ever put in his mouth…that’s what got Bryant. He tensed, his eyes flying wide open as he peered down at Vaughn.

The guy smiled around Bryant and nodded, letting him know it was fine to come in his mouth.

So he did.

His balls tensed impossibly, then exploded as he shot jet after jet straight down Vaughn’s throat. The guy drank it all, drawing more and more pleasure from Bryant. He’d never been caught in the throes of an orgasm for so long. Part of his scientific mind wondered just how long a single climax could last as his body continued to spasm. Hard.

But not very much of it. The majority of his being was dedicated to wringing every drop of rapture from the generosity of his lover. Lover. He couldn’t believe that’s what Vaughn was to him now. That thought alone added another several pulses to Bryant’s epic release.

And when Vaughn had drunk him dry, Bryant collapsed, exhausted and drained onto the guy’s pillows. Holy fuck. Was that normal, what he’d just experienced? “Vaughn.”

“Damn, Bryant. I thought you were going to drown me there for a second. You’ve been saving that up for a long fucking time.” He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand then crawled up to lie beside Bryant, cradling him against his chest.

When Bryant still couldn’t respond, Vaughn ran his fingers through Bryant’s hair. “You okay?”

“Mmm,” he managed to purr. It was a little while later, when enough of his mind began to function properly, that he noticed Vaughn’s raging hard-on, which was leaving an impression on his hip. When he reached for it, Vaughn dodged.

“You don’t have to do that.” He kissed Bryant’s forehead. “Just savor the afterglow.”

“I think I’ll enjoy the hell out of making you feel half as good as I do right now.” He reached for Vaughn’s cock again. This time the other guy didn’t stop him. Bryant rubbed it through Vaughn’s jeans for a minute before Vaughn caved and shoved them off, flinging his pants somewhere in the distance. “Just tell me what to do. What you like, since you already know.”

“You’re sure?”

“Hell yes.” Bryant extended his hand again, this time not stopping until he clutched Vaughn’s cock. He studied the feel of it, silky yet hard, hot and smooth, in his fingers. He rubbed it artlessly, until he realized it wasn’t so different from jacking himself.

So he did what he liked, hoping that was good enough for Vaughn.

When his partner moaned and kissed the shit out of him, he figured it didn’t suck too bad.

Eventually, Vaughn came up for air. He stared down at Bryant, his eyes practically glowing in the lamplight. “Use your other hand on yourself. Get yourself hard again for me.”

That wasn’t going to be a problem.

But Bryant did as he was told. He hissed at the first touch of his palm on his shaft.

“Keep it there. Good. Just like that.” Vaughn growled. “Don’t stop stroking us, okay? Can you do that for me?”

“Uh huh.” Bryant concentrated on keeping the pace steady, not rushing and pushing them further than they could resist, but refusing to falter either.

“I’m going to make it even better for you. Is it okay if I play with your ass?” Vaughn nuzzled Bryant’s neck then bit his shoulder lightly as he waited for a response. He didn’t press the issue or move any closer to his intended target until Bryant thought about the question hard and answered.

“Yeah.”

“If you don’t like it, tell me to stop. That’s fine. This is all about you and figuring out what you like, remember?” Vaughn kissed the place he’d nipped, then lifted his head to stare into Bryant’s eyes and make sure they were on the same page.

Bryant nodded enthusiastically.

Vaughn smiled and reached for the table beside his bed. He didn’t roll away so far that Bryant had to relinquish his grasp on Vaughn’s cock, for which he was grateful. Holding the proof of Vaughn’s arousal in his fist helped him ignore the parts of himself that were insisting he couldn’t possibly do anything for a man used to sleeping with guys who could handle a stud like him in bed.

His grip must have tightened involuntarily.

Vaughn moaned, then chuckled. “I’m coming right back, promise.”

Bryant groaned, self-conscious about how much he needed more of Vaughn. A lot more.

He rubbed their cocks in unison, giving them both the same pleasure, which was amplified by the knowledge that Vaughn was feeling what he was. They were in this together. And if Vaughn got off on whatever he was about to do, Bryant couldn’t wait for him to start.

Vaughn found whatever he was looking for and returned to Bryant’s side. He knelt between Bryant’s legs for a moment, aligning their shafts so they pressed together. Bryant wrapped his hands around them both and pumped them simultaneously. Even their balls rested against each other. They were a perfect match.

“Damn, Bryant.” Vaughn leaned in to kiss Bryant for a bit more. “That feels amazing, but I want to show you more. How good it can be.”

“Yes.” Bryant wanted that, too. He didn’t want to waste this chance in case it was the only one he ever got to explore with the partner of his dreams.

Vaughn resettled himself at Bryant’s side, his cock jutting out over Bryant’s hip. Bryant never let go, never stopped playing with his new favorite toy while also caressing his own hard-on.

When Vaughn nudged his thigh—the one not trapped beneath the leg Vaughn threw over the one closest to him—Bryant instinctively spread his legs. He bent his knee and planted his foot on the mattress, leaving himself open to whatever Vaughn wanted to show him.

His heartbeat quickened.

“You’re fine, Bryant,” Vaughn murmured in his ear. “You’re here with me and only me. Don’t think about the past. Just concentrate on now and how this feels. We can stop at any time. Okay?”

Bryant nodded.

A moment later, he heard squishy sounds as Vaughn slathered his fingers in lube. “This might be cool at first, but trust me, it’s going to heat up fast.”

Bryant gulped. He let his knee drop outward, making more room for Vaughn’s advancing hand.

When the tip of one greased finger nudged his ass, Bryant yelped.

Vaughn chuckled. “I told you.”

Except it wasn’t the cold that had spooked him, it was the fact that he was letting someone do this to him again, after hiding from his desires for so long.

Before he could explain, Vaughn carefully inserted the tip of his finger. When it didn’t burn or tear, Bryant relaxed. That only made it easier for Vaughn to prod deeper. He moved his finger in a circle, massaging nerve endings Bryant hadn’t known existed. But now that he did, he wanted more.

A lot more.

Vaughn smiled down at him. “Good?”

“Mmm.” He lifted his hips, driving Vaughn’s hand deeper.

So the other man responded by adding a second digit. He spread them within Bryant, opening him farther, making him crave more. This went on for what seemed like hours. Every time Bryant adjusted to the pleasure and pressure, Vaughn would increase it until Bryant didn’t know how he could stand anymore. Not because it hurt, but because it flooded him with bliss.

After a while, he realized that although he could easily come with Vaughn’s fingers teasing his hole and the sensitive places within him, he didn’t want to. He craved more of his lover.

“Vaughn, fuck me. Please.” Bryant squirmed, impaled on Vaughn’s fingers, which were wonderful, though not nearly enough.

Instead of plunging inside him, Vaughn hesitated. “I’m not sure you’re ready. Why don’t we take it slow tonight?”

“I’m telling you….I’m fucking ready. This is what I want. You. Inside me. Right now.”

Vaughn’s face flushed. His eyes dilated and he crushed his mouth to Bryant’s for a few moments. Then he lifted off and said, “I promised you anything you asked for. As long as you’re sure.”

“Stop talking and start fucking.” Bryant had no idea where this side of him came from, but he kind of liked it. All of the careful consideration he usually relied on as a crutch to keep from making terrible decisions flew out the window. He acted on instinct. Pure, raw, feelings.

Vaughn grinned. “I like it when you’re bossy.”

“Then why aren’t you buried balls-deep yet?”

Vaughn pinched Bryant’s nipple playfully. “Hang on. Let me grab a condom.”

“You don’t need to. I’m clean if you are.” Bryant shrugged.

“No. I’m going to protect you. Like I should have done before. Some other time, when you’re thinking straight, you can make that call. Not tonight.” Vaughn wouldn’t budge on that point.

Though he was a little disappointed he wouldn’t have Vaughn inside him bare, Bryant appreciated his concern. It reassured him that this was the right time and the right person and that it was okay to give in to the overwhelming emotions swamping him.

Vaughn retrieved and donned a condom before slathering himself in more lube. He added another dab to Bryant’s ass as well before fitting the tip against Bryant’s hole. Even that tiny contact sent shockwaves through Bryant’s body.

It was real. This was happening.

He braced himself for the agony he’d felt that day in the barn, sure Vaughn’s pleasure was worth the sacrifice.

Vaughn leaned down and distracted Bryant with a tender kiss that stole his breath. It relaxed him, allowing the increasing insistence of Vaughn’s cock to push it the barest bit inside Bryant’s ass. It surprised him that it didn’t hurt. In fact, he wanted more.

He put his hands on Vaughn’s hips and tried to pull him closer, deeper, but Vaughn resisted. “Don’t rush me. I’m going to give you all of me. Just not all at once. That’s nonnegotiable. I refuse to hurt you.”

Though he didn’t say it, they both knew he meant…like Bryant’s attacker had.

Overwhelming affection snuck in beside the arousal threatening to drown Bryant. He slid his hands higher, up Vaughn’s back, until he could hug him. He squeezed tight and hoped Vaughn knew how much this meant.

Vaughn nibbled on his lower lip, then resumed his rocking, letting Bryant adjust to the widening head of his cock and how it reopened his ass like his fingers had earlier. Lost in the fluid glides of Vaughn’s tongue over his own, Bryant didn’t notice Vaughn’s cock had slid fully into his ass until Vaughn paused to draw a deep, shaky breath.

The amount of control and stamina he had impressed Bryant.

The fact that he used his prowess to bring Bryant only pleasure—and tons of it—blew his mind.

He reached between them to fist his cock, in desperate need of contact there.

“Let me get that for you.” Vaughn replaced Bryant’s hand with his own. “I’m going to come so hard and deep in you, Bryant. You can watch what you do to me. But not before you’re taken care of. You’re going to shoot first. I want to feel your come splattering on my chest and abs. I need to know you like this—that you’re getting off on it—before I can do the same.”

“Jesus, Vaughn. I love it.” He almost slipped up and said that he loved Vaughn, but even he knew that would be a rookie mistake. Just because he was giving the man his virginity didn’t mean Vaughn wanted more of him than that.

Then the ability to form coherent thoughts dissolved. Vaughn took up where Bryant had left off, stroking his cock even as he began to penetrate farther into Bryant’s ass. There wasn’t a single flicker of discomfort, and certainly no agony. It was all ecstasy as Vaughn filled him inch by inch. Bryant spread and lifted his legs, giving Vaughn room to work.

“Yes, that’s right,” Vaughn coached. “Let me in.”

Vaughn rocked his hips, working himself deeper until his balls tapped Bryant’s ass. Bryant looked down and saw their bodies pressed together. He had all of Vaughn within him. He shivered, his muscles tightening involuntarily. He clenched his ass around Vaughn’s cock, making them both groan.

“Are you okay?” Vaughn asked, his voice rough though calm.

“Amazing.”

“Yes, you are.” Vaughn kissed him more, his hand squeezing Bryant’s cock when it didn’t have space to rub the full length of his shaft. While they made out, he began to withdraw, every bit as slowly as he’d impaled Bryant.

Bryant made a strangled noise. He didn’t want Vaughn to go.

“Shhh.” The other man kissed his forehead, then straightened some. “I’m coming right back.”

True to his word, he reversed his motion, stroking Bryant from the inside with long, slow plunges. Meanwhile, his fist mimicked the path of his cock. He rubbed Bryant in time with his fucking, making him imagine what it would be like to be inside Vaughn instead.

Bryant clenched his jaw as a squirt of precome pulsed from the tip of his cock, coating Vaughn’s knuckles. Vaughn didn’t hesitate—he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked it off as if it were a delicacy.

The next time he slid into Bryant, he was a little less careful, a little less slow.

Bryant loved it and craved more. “Harder. Faster. Please.”

He knew he couldn’t last forever, despite having come so hard earlier. He needed to do it again and he had a feeling that what he thought could never be topped would be a mere shadow of the rapture Vaughn was about to unleash within him.

Without speaking, Vaughn listened. He ramped up the pace and force of his fucking. In addition to the bolts of ecstasy shooting up Bryant’s spine from his ass, the masterful stroking of his cock had him writhing beneath Vaughn in short order.

Vaughn stared into his eyes, making sure he was okay. That he was loving every second of their encounter. And he was.

In fact, he loved it a little too much.

“Vaughn!” he cried, trying to keep himself from coming too soon and putting an end to the most glorious thing he’d ever felt.

“Oh no. Don’t hold back.” Vaughn leaned in and bit Bryant’s shoulder lightly. “Feel what I’m doing to you. What you do to me. By being so damn sexy and cute and fun and smart. This is all for you. Because of you. Tonight, no one else would do. It had to be you.”

That was the most arousing thing Vaughn had done to him yet. Make him feel like he was special. Like this meant something. Like he’d been right to wait so damn long for the perfect partner.

There was no way he could resist that.

Bryant’s ass clamped around Vaughn’s cock. He felt every ridge of the other man’s shaft as it plowed into him over and over relentlessly. He shuddered, then stared directly into Vaughn’s eyes as he lost control completely.

“That’s right. Come, Bryant. Come hard. Shoot all over me. Show me how much you love my cock in your ass. Fucking you. Finally fucking you.” Vaughn seemed lost in his own euphoria. He rambled as he drilled into Bryant, harder and faster, pushing him into climax.

Bryant pounded the mattress with his fists, shook his head on the pillow, and then roared as seed blasted from his cock. Vaughn didn’t stop pumping his shaft or filling his ass. But he aimed Bryant’s dick at himself and took the first blast of seed directly on his chest. He twitched as if it seared him, then went into a frenzy, fucking Bryant with a flurry of short, fast jabs that tapped his prostate over and over while he unloaded on Vaughn.

Seeing his own come glazing the other man’s abdomen and chest extended Bryant’s pleasure. And apparently, it ramped up Vaughn’s. He grunted, then plunged deep, locking them together. He shouted Bryant’s name and let him see how awed he was as he too began to climax.

Bryant brought his arms up to hold Vaughn close as he flooded the condom he’d insisted on wearing. Next time, Bryant promised himself he’d take the proof of Vaughn’s enjoyment and hold it deep within him. Absorbing it as if it was his own.

Because it was. Seeing the shock, rapture, and disbelief in Vaughn’s eyes made Bryant’s cock twitch with aftershocks. The intensity of the exchange caught him completely off guard. No matter what happened from this point on, he felt like part of him would belong to Vaughn for the rest of their lives.

He’d given the other man his virginity, but he’d gotten so much more in return.

This was what he’d always been missing.

And now he’d found it again.

Thanks to Vaughn.

Bryant melted into the plush bed, every ounce of sadness, grief, fear, and regret erased from his soul for that moment. He lay in a daze as Vaughn cared for him. Cleaning him, then crawling into bed to embrace him, crooning praise and who knew what else, kissing him gently as they came back down from the enormous high they’d reached together.

It was almost as good as the sex, the intimacy they wove afterward.

Bryant fought sleep for as long as he could, soaking in the comfort and closeness of their bond. Eventually he couldn’t resist and fell into a deep, dreamless slumber, with Vaughn wrapped protectively around him.