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being pinned down and vulnerable like this, a terrifyingly strong orgasm beginning to build up, and up.
    “Yes, that’s it,” Xavier grunted into his ear. “You’re going to come, just from getting fucked, Blue Eyes.” Xavier slammed his cock against his prostate, again and again. “My slut—fucking mine—” And then, softer, “Mine—”
    Sage’s body exploded; he sobbed and cried out, his body bucking beneath Xavier’s as he came into the pillow, clenching so hard on Xavier’s cock that Xavier grunted in pain. Xavier started running his hands over Sage’s trembling frame, prolonging his pleasure as the hips against his circled in a slow grind.
    “You really are a slut for it,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.
    Sage just mumbled something unintelligible, gasping for air, his body still trembling with the aftershocks.
    Xavier pulled out of him only long enough to guide his boneless body onto his back before pushing into him to the hilt once more.
    “Fuck you,” Sage managed belatedly, still having trouble thinking straight. “Am not.”
    “If you say so.” Xavier’s eyes looked feral. “Now shut up and spread your legs. I’m not done yet.”
    Sage did as told, watching Xavier’s face as Xavier moved on top of him, inside him. Xavier’s cheeks were flushed, bringing a warmth to his chiseled face, his dark hair hanging over his forehead as Xavier clenched his jaw. Xavier’s eyes closed as his thrusts picked up speed and force, moving from controlled strokes to wild thrusts. His face pulled tight with pleasure, and harsh groans escaped from his throat.
    Sage watched, transfixed, and couldn’t look away. Then he reached up with unsteady fingers to touch Xavier’s face.
    Xavier’s eyes flew open at the touch and he stared down at Sage with a frightening intensity before he threw his head back and came with a guttural groan, burying himself in Sage’s ass.
    Sage sighed in pleasure as Xavier collapsed on top of him. He was heavy, but Sage didn’t mind. He didn’t mind at all. He had missed this. The weight of his body, the scent, the pressure, the feeling of security. The rest of the world seemed very far away.
    Xavier didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move away, breathing raggedly against his throat. Sage felt Xavier’s lips move against his collarbone, shaping soundless words. Xavier kissed the sensitive skin there before sucking hard.
    “There will be a hickey,” Sage murmured.
    “Good.” Xavier gave him another hickey. And then another.
    He should stop him. Sage knew he should stop him. The guys at work were going to give him weird looks tomorrow—everyone knew he and Laura had broken up.
    Yet he didn’t stop Xavier.
    Instead, Sage found himself tangling his arms and legs around the man on top of him and closing his eyes, feeling ridiculously warm inside. Safe.
    Sage laughed at the thought. God, he really was messed up in the head.
    “Something funny?” Xavier murmured, still nipping at his throat.
    “You fucked me up,” Sage said, sliding a hand down Xavier’s wide back.
    Xavier stopped kissing his neck. He propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at him. There was an odd expression in his eyes. “Then we’re even.”
    Sage swallowed, his stomach tightening. “So… You fucked me. What now? Did you get it out of your system?”
    Xavier’s lips pursed. “It might take a few more tries,” he said after a moment.
    Sage scoffed, but against his will, found himself smiling.
    Xavier stared at his face for so long that Sage started feeling uncomfortable. “What?”
    “Dump your girlfriend,” Xavier said. “I’m not sharing you. Even with a woman.”
    Sage opened his mouth to tell him to fuck off, but the words died on his lips under the intensity of Xavier’s gaze.
    “She already dumped me,” he said instead, feeling flustered for no reason.
    “Good.” Xavier leaned down to kiss him.
    Some time later, when Xavier finally pulled his tongue out of his