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left explosions behind.

“Daddy! I need you!”

“Right here.” Champ fucked him harder, cock slamming in and hitting his gland and sending everything that much higher. “My boy.”

“Yours. I swear. All of me!”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Champ slammed in harder with each word, filling him like no one before ever had.

Stephen grabbed Champ’s shoulders and held on tight.

“That’s it, boy. Hold on, Daddy is taking you for a ride.” Champ moved faster, giving it to him just how he wanted it—craved it if he was honest. Champ didn’t ask, just gave him whatever he needed.

Kiss after kiss, joined the sensations, making him fly higher and higher. Fuck, he was soaring, Champ the only thing anchoring him.

He was so close, but he wouldn’t come without Champ’s nod, without his permission.

It became harder and harder to hold back as Champ just kept taking him as hard as he’d ever been taken. Finally, though, Champ nodded and growled for him to “Come!”

“Daddy!” He threw his head back and screamed, coming good and hard.

Champ was right there with him, filling him deep inside. It was the best orgasm he’d ever had.

He sobbed, utterly overwhelmed.

Still buried inside him, Champ held him, crooning gently and repeating the words, “Daddy has you,” over and over.

“Thank you. I’m sorry. That was…” Huge. He was utterly lost except for those arms holding him.

“You don’t have to apologize. It was an amazing experience, but you were not alone—I was right there with you.” Champ pressed gentle kisses across his face, each one leaving a little spark of pleasure, of ease within him.

“Mmm…You are. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. And also thank you. You gave yourself over to me as no one ever has.” Champ rubbed their cheeks, like a cat scenting him. “I’m glad and honored you chose to trust me.”

“Thank you for…keeping me.”

“Of course I kept you. I’ve never met anyone like you before—I’ve never met someone who was before. Not like you are.”

He snuggled in, comfortable and happy. Whole.

Champ purred and Stephen thought he heard, “Welcome home, boy,” but he was pretty sure Champ hadn’t spoken. Maybe it was just how he felt now.

Whatever it was, it was the truth. He was home.

Chapter Eleven

Champ kissed his sleeping boy on the cheek and slipped from the bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and headed out. As soon as he was out of the bedroom, he began to whistle, full of happiness that he couldn’t contain.

He needed to talk to Berny and France—that would make this magical thing real—sharing it with them.

He stopped before he got on the elevator down to their apartment. Maybe he should make sure they would actually answer the door—the last he’d seen them, they were with a boy of their own.

He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and sent a text.

Oh ho, trussed up. Clearly Marc had been a good fit for the guys. He was happy for them. He sent a reply.

and pressed the button for the elevator.

Maybe he should have ordered food. Coffee. Something.

Eh, the boys would do it. Maybe they already had. They were good like that.

The elevator delivered him to their floor and he got off, knocking on the door into their apartment.

France opened the door. “Surprised you came up for air?”

He laughed and gave his oldest friend a hug. “My boy needs his sleep, and if I’d stayed, I would have woken him up. Besides, I wanted to share my happiness with you and Berny. I found my boy. I found him.”

France, who was never as expressive as Berny, hugged him tight. “Congratulations, friend.”

He beamed. He felt like he had won the lottery.

“Bern and I are…going to have so much fun.”

“I’m very pleased for you both. For me too. Do you think it’s significant that we found them at the same time?”

“I do. Don’t you think so? We share a home; they share a home. We’re the closest of friends; so are they. We need to take them; they’re desperate to be taken.”

He nodded and gave France a big hug.

“Ah, leave me behind with our boy for a second and you’re hugging other men.” Berny’s tease came from the hall, and both he and France opened the hug and held out their arms for Berny to join them.

Together, they were more than their parts—they breathed together, the mist of magic growing in the air.

“We’ll have to bring our boys together at some point. I’m hoping to like Marc more under your