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problem. Because with Leo saying things like that? And touching him like this?

Edvin already was.

Chapter Eleven

Leo

Leo had never felt so achingly aroused and yet so completely unconcerned with finding his own pleasure. Eddie’s was what mattered, and it was that—Eddie’s gorgeous, uninhibited reactions—that had turned Leo’s cock to steel. He was still fully clothed and felt like he’d barely even begun to touch the man he was so captivated by, and yet he knew for sure that it wouldn’t take more than a couple of strokes to find his own relief… if he’d wanted it.

He didn’t.

At least, not yet.

He’d told Eddie what he wanted, and he’d meant it. He wanted Eddie just like this, panting and flushed and clinging and desperate, and he wanted to be the one who took him apart, brought him to bliss, wrecked him, over and over… and then—always—he wanted to be the one who put him back together again. He wanted to take care of Eddie in every possible way, every day for the rest of his life, and the fact that Eddie had just granted him that right, had given Leo free rein to have his way with him, so clearly trusted Leo to give him everything he needed, was the most compelling aphrodisiac he could imagine.

“You’re beautiful, darling,” he murmured, squeezing Eddie’s cock through the thin material of the adorably sensible boxer briefs he still wore and marveling at how perfectly the slim shaft fit in his hand after a lifetime of only ever handling his own. Marveling even more at how responsive Eddie was to his every touch, his breath hitching and his pupils blowing wide, and—when Leo slowly dragged his thumb over the soaked material covering his slit—his fingers digging into Leo’s shoulders as the most erotic, unrestrained sound Leo had ever heard spilled out of his mouth.

Leo rubbed Eddie’s cockhead again, gripping the back of his head tightly to hold him in place so he didn’t miss a thing. He needed to see Eddie’s pretty hazel eyes—dazed, but locked onto Leo’s from behind those adorably crooked glasses. He wanted to watch every second as Eddie’s lips parted for him, as his breath became ragged, as a gorgeous flush started to spread, coloring his skin…

Leo’s heart stuttered. Eddie was beautiful.

“L-L-Leo,” Eddie panted, eyes finally fluttering closed as he lurched against Leo with a needy moan, his shaft throbbing in Leo’s grip.

“That’s right,” Leo gritted out, gathering Eddie even closer as he continued to work his cock through his briefs, so focused on Eddie’s responses that every stroke almost feeling like Leo was pleasuring himself. “Make that sound for me again, love.”

Eddie blinked up at him in a daze and gave him exactly what he’d asked for, and something deep and primal and possessive reared up inside him, blotting out everything other than Eddie’s pleasure… Eddie’s hot, shuddering breaths… Eddie’s sweet, trusting gaze and how erotically that contrasted with the x-rated, uninhibited responses that tumbled from his lips as Leo touched him.

Leo’s own pulsing desire faded into background noise, and Eddie’s pleasure became his pleasure. And as Eddie panted in his arms and gave himself over completely, a soul-deep certainty spread through Leo’s heart, the kind that should have shaken him but instead just made him feel… whole. Eddie was his, and if the only sexual satisfaction Leo ever found for himself was this, he knew that it would be enough. Knew he could live on this. Could live for this. For a lifetime of wringing sweet moans and needy gasps and broken, half-formed words of desperation from the man that he… that he wanted to take care of, just like this, forever.

“I’m going to give you everything,” he promised, finally pushing Eddie’s briefs out of the way and wrapping his hand around the hot, silky skin of his cock. “You’re going to come in my hand, darling, and then I’m going to lay you down and make you come for me again.”

“Yes,” Eddie whimpered, burying his face against Leo’s neck as his hips pumped into Leo’s grip, panting against him as he clutched him tightly, as if trying to pull himself even closer. “P-P-Please.”

“I’m going to taste you, Eddie, and touch you, and bury myself inside you,” Leo went on in a low, rasping growl fueled by Eddie’s rising desperation. “And you’re going to tell me everything else you want, darling. Every single thing. So I can dedicate myself to making it happen.”

“Please, Leo,” Eddie panted, shamelessly grinding against him now.