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"Fuck me, right here," I murmured to him in Italian, words muffled against his lips. "Don't let me come. Not until you say."

He'd teased me about fucking in my office, with me bending him over the desk after hours, but despite my reluctance, it wasn't a fantasy he harbored alone.

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"Oh, God. I didn't... I didn't doubt you," I said breathlessly. Any hesitancy I'd felt was long gone. My body took over, hips rocking mindlessly in time with those agonizingly slow thrusts, my thighs trembling every time the shaft of the toy dragged past my prostate.

"Fuck, I don't know if I can take this for long," I admitted with a breathless laugh. I reached for him clumsily, one hand gripping his side, the other curling around his painfully hard cock.

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“That’s okay,” I assure him with a fond chuckle, breath catching as his big hand wraps around my cock. I drop the game entirely, too distracted by his wanton pleasure that I can barely do anything but stare and thrust the toy into him a little quicker, twisting it each time.

“I had grand plans of leaving this inside you while I rode you,” I admit with a broken laugh that turns into a whimper as he squeezes my cock just how I like. “Maybe some other time.”

I lean over him, planting one hand against the bed as I stare at his face, taking in every detail, absolutely awed by him.

“Do you want to come like this?” I ask him, pressing the toy deliberately against his prostate, “or on my cock? Tell me, hello.”

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It would've been easy to come, just like that, the toy pressed firmly against my prostate, but I was overwhelmed by the desire to have him inside of me, again, hungry for it in a way that felt wild and unrestrained.

"Stop, stop," I croaked, gripping his hand and pushing the toy out of me. Reaching for him, I pushed him onto his back, following clumsily and throwing a leg over his hips. After only a moment of fumbling, I reached between us and held his cock steady, sinking down onto it with an unbridled groan.

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When Oliver tells me to stop, I worry for a moment that I’ve gone too far. I slip the toy from him and thumb the power off, looking at him in concern, only for him to manhandle me onto my back. It makes me laugh, low and breathless, but it dies in my throat as he climbs astride me.

His thick thighs bracket my hips and I reach for him, groaning at just the sight of him, but then he sinks down onto my cock and we both cry out. My fingertips press into his hips and I gasp for air, staring up at him with an expression that’s almost wild.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” I tell him in a breathless pant, reaching up to plant one hand against his chest, fingertips dragging through his chest hair. “Are you gonna come all over me, Oliver?”

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"That's the plan," I said breathlessly, gripping the headboard with one hand, the other braced on his chest. His cock seated deeply, I ground my hips against his, mouth falling open when I found just the right angle. Then, there was nothing I could do but shamelessly fuck myself on his cock, panting out a litany of curses in both English and the broken Italian he seemed to love so much.

"That toy was nice. But God, this is so much better," I admitted, covering the hand he had on my hip and urging him to fuck me harder, a low whine caught in the back of my throat.

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It’s absurd that anything could feel this good.

I had an entire childhood of luxury— amazing food, well-made clothing, expensive books, good wine, sex with beautiful women. I had years and years of feeling good but being with him like this stuns me every single time. Nothing I’ve ever touched could ever come close to being half as good as Oliver.

“Of course I’m better,” I grunt out, even though the compliment delights me. He looks like a god, but I can still reduce him to this.

He pulls at me and I dig my heels into the bed, giving myself leverage so I can thrust up into him like he wants. It’s quick and hard and sounds obscene in the quiet of our bedroom, eager bodies crashing together. His cock is bouncing, weeping onto my belly, and I wrap my hand around it, thumb pressing immediately under the head. “Now, Oliver.”

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He loved to do that, the smug little brat. I don't come on command— not really. I was already so close, trembling right on the edge until it became nearly painful, and he just happened to pick just the right moment to give his permission. It was a coincidence.

Who am I kidding?

"Fuck, fuck," I whimpered, going tense, everything seeming to go still for just a moment before I came with a strangled shout. I made a mess of him, just as I promised, streaks hitting his belly, his chest, a splatter landing in the hollow of his throat.

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“Yeah, that’s it. Good boy,” I gasp out, managing to be smug right up until the end. Somehow, I keep my own orgasm at bay long enough to watch Oliver shake through his. He’s so beautiful, so open and honest like this, and so sexy that I’m surprised that I can look directly at him at all.

His come is warm against my skin, body clenching around me so tightly that it’s almost painful, and I can’t hold off any longer. After a few erratic thrusts, I grab at his hips and drag him down as I buck up, burying myself inside of him as I come with a loud cry, back arched and head tossed back against the pillow.

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Crying out again, I gripped the headboard and managed to stay upright as he bucked beneath me, his own orgasm as powerfully dizzying as mine had been.

Falling against him, my lips smudging against his forehead, his cock still inside of me, I laughed weakly. "Good boy?"

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There’s a buzz in my head, ringing in my ears, and I feel outright dazed as he leans over me. He makes me laugh, soft in breathless, and I reach up to push my hair back from my face before putting my hands on his sides.

“Don’t blame me for resorting to cliches to satisfy your praise kink,” I say with a teasing smile, grinding my hips up against him as I grab the back of his neck to give him a soft kiss. “You’re the one who broke my brain.”

I kiss him again and then let go of him so he can decide what happens next. I know he doesn’t always want me inside of him after he comes, so I leave it up to him, sliding one hand up the back of his thick thigh.

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"Praise kink?" I said incredulously, a low groan catching in my throat. Panting against his mouth for a moment, I stayed where I was, letting myself feel him inside. Finally, I moved off of him with a hitch in my breath, rolling onto my side and pulling him in against me.

"That was... something," I chuckled, kissing his brow.

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“Are you just going to repeat everything I say as a question?” I ask with a fond, teasing laugh, nose wrinkling slightly as he pulls off of me. “I’ve had access to the internet for longer than you, Stern. I know things.”

He arranges me how he wants me and I am happy to let him, humming as he pulls me into his arms and kisses me.

“Oh good, you can still form your own thoughts,” I joke, tickling playfully at his side and then pulling back enough to see his face, expression softening as I reach up to brush back his sweaty hair. “Yeah, it really was. Hopefully you didn’t mind me springing that on you. It was very spur of the moment.”

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"I didn't mind," I confirmed with a low rumble of laughter. "Quite the opposite."

Kissing his palm, I admitted, "I like trying things with you."

I was well aware that a lot of these were things he'd done with me before, whether I remembered those moments or not. To me, they were brand new, fresh, and even if they weren't the same for him, there could be something special in their rediscovery.

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"I like trying things with you, too," I reply with a warm smile, watching as he kisses my hand so tenderly. Since he came back, the juxtaposition between the Oliver from before and the Oliver from after have both thrilled and dismayed me, and everything between. It's the same pieces falling into place into different ways, two images overlapping.

As sad as the reason for it may be, there's beauty in rediscovering these things with him. It makes them feel new for me, too. In some ways, I'm lucky. How many people get to have someone as wonderful as Oliver fall in love with them twice?

"Hm, what else should we try?" I drawl out, walking my fingers up his arm and biting my lip. I may be too tired to do anything more, at least not with a little rest, but I do love to hear him talk.

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"Right now? We should try sleeping," I suggested. "Napping. Not moving from this spot for at least eight hours." After a beat, I amended, "Twelve."

Kissing his forehead, I reminded him. "You were going to ride me while you fucked me with that thing, remember? That's a good place to start."

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“Twelve whole hours, huh?” I ask with a chuckle, sliding my hand up and down his arm and staring at his face. I could stare at him every minute of my life and never tire of it. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

I groan softly at his words, reaching up to cup the back of his neck. He kisses my forehead and I kiss him on the mouth as he tries to pull back, soft and lingering.

“A very good place,” I assure him, rolling away from him to reach for the nightstand. The vibratory digs into my thigh and I laugh, setting it on the nightstand so I can clean it later. After tossing the lube in the drawer, I pull out a pack of wipes and tug one free, smiling over at him as I wipe my hands and chest. I love these moments, too— the quiet clean up, the domesticity, knowing that he’s mine, mine, mine.

“I can’t let you enter your coma all sticky,” I say as I fold the wipe over and sit up so I can wipe tenderly between his legs. “I’d never hear the end of it.”

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"I'd never complain," I assured him, carding a hand through his hair while he dutifully cleaned us both up. Somehow, these moments were as intimate as sex— perhaps more so. His hands between my legs, touching me with so much care, his smile soft and full of so much love.

Plucking the soiled wipe from his grasp, I tossed it in the direction of the trashcan, then reached for him, urging, "Come here."

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“Right, that’s my job,” I say with a soft smirk, cutting him a look before turning my gaze back to the soft paleness of his inner thighs, strong and dusted with hair. His cock is sticky and pink, looking satisfied after all my attentions, and I hope that I might wake up before him so I can coax him awake with my mouth.

Oliver takes the cloth and I turn to see his outstretched hand, eyes pleading for me, and folding myself into his arms is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. It feels like coming home, like slipping into a snug little space made just for me, and I let out a content sigh as I settle against him, naked and warm and feeling so much better than I did at the start of the evening.

“Thank you for tonight,” I tell him quietly, stroking my finger along his chin. “All of it.”

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"My motives weren't entirely altruistic," I pointed out, chuckling softly as I leaned in and grazed a kiss across his brow.

"But you're welcome," I added, squeezing him close. "Whatever you need," I lifted his hand, pressing my lips to the back of his knuckles. I could say that, only because it went both ways. Whatever it took, we were there for each other.

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“Well, I know that, you horndog,” I say teasingly, letting out a squeak as he squeezes me in his big arms. Our legs slot together and I feel around for the blanket so I can tug it up over hips as we settle together.

Sometimes we’ll drift apart in the night, waking up on our own sides of the bed, but I find it hard to fall sleep like that. I want to be wrapped up with him always, clutching at him with all my limbs. I know part of it is the fear of waking up without him again. I know that fear will never leave me, not entirely, and I also know that it doesn’t matter how tightly that I hold onto him.

But it helps me, soothes that scared part of me, and Oliver doesn’t seem to mind me wrapping myself around him like an octopus.

“Whatever you need,” I say back to him, echoing the sentiment, because I’d do anything for him. Anything at all, without question.

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Pushing his hair back from his face, I drew my head back enough to look at him, taking in all the familiar details of his face up close. Every imperfection. Every one of them perfect.

"I love you," I murmured, tracing the thick line of his eyebrow with my thumb. I kissed the narrow bridge of his nose, eyes nearly crossing to keep him in focus.

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“Really?” I ask as he kisses my nose, smiling happily as he touches me. There is nothing better than being the focus of Oliver’s attention, nothing at all. Ever since the very first moment I had it, it’s all I ever wanted. “You’re very subtle with it.”

He kisses me again and I stretch my arms over my head before pushing at his shoulders, rolling him into his back so I can spread myself out on top of him, resting across his broad, masculine chest. My fingers trace the edge of his Star, nestled in a light patch of chest hair.

“I suppose you’re alright,” I say with an easy shrug, biting back a smile as I lean down to press a soft kiss to his nipple, feeling the small bud against the softness of my lips. “It’s not bad.”

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Warmth bloomed in my chest as he touched the Star settled in the hollow of my throat, my own hand seeking out its twin, which he always wore.

"Hush," I said, shoving at him playfully. Then, I laughed helplessly at the ticklish brush of his hair against my skin as he ducked his head, his lips warm against my nipple.

"Go to sleep, you goose."

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“You goose,” I echo, amused as always by the term. It’s a wonderful thing, being loved by Oliver. The melancholy from earlier is gone for the moment, swept away by him like cobwebs from a porch.

It’s only when he tells me to sleep that I realize how tired I am, and I yawn as I shift a little to settle more at his side, an arm and leg thrown over him as I nuzzle into his neck. My hand rests over his Star and I fall asleep with the steady thrum of his heart against my fingertips.