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Zac. Please.”

Zac kissed him again, fiercely. “Yeah,” he breathed, looking down at Bryce as he accepted the lube. “Yeah. I want you.” He kissed his way down Bryce’s chest and sucked Bryce’s dick into his mouth as soon as he was close enough. He moaned around it, letting Bryce hear just how much he loved it.

Christ
. Bryce had to bite the back of his hand to keep quiet. “Oh, God, I love you,” he whispered, once he wasn’t going to go shouting Zac’s name. He opened up his legs and, for a moment, he was cold, but then he was hit with a rush of need so fierce it made him gasp.

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Zac settled down between Bryce’s legs, sucking and licking like he was loving every minute of it. He was running his hands up and down Bryce’s thighs, but his hands didn’t stray in any further than the crease where Bryce’s legs met his body. Eventually, though, he pulled back to lick and kiss Bryce’s inner thighs, instead, alternating between them and sounding just as happy as he had with Bryce’s cock in his mouth.

“Zac, please...” Bryce was wound up and anxious and needy. “Zac, touch me, please,” he whispered. “I need it.” He was getting tense again, but Zac’s kisses still felt good. He pulled his knees up, opening himself up for Zac, begging with his body.

Zac gave Bryce what he needed, but not with his fingers. He held Bryce open with both hands and licked from Bryce’s tailbone to his balls, all in one long swipe, and then he did it again.

Bryce almost came up off the bed. “Like this?” Zac asked softly, and then he was licking, over and over again, right where Bryce had been so afraid -- and so wanting -- to be touched.

Zac’s tongue was hot and wet and felt like heaven. Bryce was writhing and twitching, his breath coming in tiny whimpers. He was pulling his knees up more and trying to get more of Zac’s tongue before he could stop and think about what was happening. “OhGodohGodohGodohGod,” he panted. “Zac, Zac. Don’t stop. Oh, God. Please, please.” He had no idea what he was begging for, just that he suddenly felt like he was going to come, only he didn’t know how.

Zac hummed a little, soothingly, and asked, “Do you want to roll over? Just my tongue, I promise.” He gave a hot, open, sucking kiss to the smooth skin behind Bryce’s balls. “Or like this. Like this is good, too.” He licked again, pressing with the flat of his tongue so that Bryce could feel it everywhere.

“Tongue. Fingers. I don’t... I just.” Bryce writhed away; he couldn’t think anymore. He managed not to run into Zac as he twisted out from under him to face the end of the bed, ass in the air, knees apart, so hard that his dick bumped against his belly as he moved. “Don’t stop, just don’t stop, don’t stop, Zac,” he begged. If Zac stopped, Bryce was afraid he’d slip up, but if Zac didn’t stop, there was nothing Zac couldn’t do to him.

The bed shifted as Zac sat up behind him, and then he was licking again, pressing his face between the cheeks of Bryce’s ass and dragging his tongue over all that sensitive skin. He was making hungry little noises and gripping Bryce’s hips with both hands as he gave Bryce exactly what he was begging for.

Bryce muffled his voice in the blankets as he shook and pushed back against Zac’s tongue.

Before he knew it, he was reaching down to stroke his own dick, his fingers getting wet with the first touch. “Zac...” He put his forehead on his forearm, looking down his own body. “Zac, in me. Please. I wanna feel it.” He couldn’t remember feeling pleasure like this, ever. Now, he understood Zac’s pleas.

Zac pressed and teased until his tongue was slipping inside, soft and wet. Feeling himself open up for Zac was incredible. Bryce groaned and shook with it. He wanted more.

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Bryce’s legs framed Zac’s dick; Zac was so hard and the head was coated in pre-come already, even though Bryce knew Zac hadn’t been touching himself. He didn’t start then, either, just focused on licking into Bryce, making him feel so, so good.

Bryce wanted Zac’s dick, wanted to lick it and suck it. He couldn’t help babbling softly. “Zac, so good. More. Please, Zac. God, please. Fuck, I can see you. Your dick looks so good. I wanna suck it. After I come, I wanna suck you. Wanna taste you come in my mouth. Love your dick, Zac, love your tongue, love you so much.”

Zac fucked Bryce with his tongue, and then it was something firmer pushing inside. Zac’s finger, and Zac was licking all around it. It went deeper than Zac’s tongue had, and it felt different, but Zac was still careful, gentle with him.

Bryce’s brain might have struggled with it, but his body responded before any awareness hit him.

He was pushing back, whining. God, it felt
amazing
, the slick friction of something pushing into him. He’d had no idea that just one little touch like that could make him crave more. Touching himself was no comparison. Nothing was going to be the same again, ever.

Zac stopped long enough to slick his finger with lube, and then everything was slippery and hot and even better than it had been before. He licked and kissed and bit the curve of Bryce’s ass, kissed his way partway up Bryce’s spine, and whispered things like, “Fuck, Bryce, you are so fucking hot,” and, “I want you so much,” and, “You sound so good. So good, Bryce.” Bryce didn’t even know why he pulled away, dislodging Zac’s fingers, until he’d rolled over onto his back, legs spread. “Zac,” he whimpered, reaching for his lover. “More.” He wanted to be on his back.

Zac watched Bryce’s face for a moment, and then pushed his finger back in and crawled up over Bryce to kiss him fiercely. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered against Bryce’s lips.

“Anything, Bryce. I’ll give you anything you want.” His finger slid in and out so easily, finding all the right places to touch and press and pet, and his thumb rolled over Bryce’s perineum, the two working in time to drive Bryce crazy.

“You, more,” Bryce panted. He kissed Zac back, arching and writhing. He’d turned into someone he hardly knew, someone all need. “Touch me more. Need it. Have me. Need you to want me.” The more Zac wanted him, the easier it all was.

Carefully, gently, Zac slid another finger in with the first, opening Bryce up. Before Bryce’s mind could catch up with things, Zac was sliding down his body and sucking Bryce’s dick back into his mouth.

Bryce stuffed the side of his hand in his mouth to stifle his noises. The other hand clenched the blankets up by his head, and he ground down onto Zac’s fingers. The things Zac did to him were insane, and all he could do was give himself up to it. He was so close to coming already.

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Zac sucked and licked and did all the things Bryce loved so much about Zac sucking him off.

And, at the same time, his fingers were pumping in and out of Bryce’s body and his thumb was rolling over Bryce’s perineum, and he was moaning, sharp and just as needy as Bryce was feeling, around Bryce’s cock.

It was the moaning that did Bryce in finally. His back arched, and he came. He wasn’t ready for how incredible it would feel to come with Zac’s fingers pushing into him. Grabbing at the blankets with both hands, he had no way to stifle himself, but he wasn’t making any sound. His voice was caught in his throat, he could hardly breathe, his skin was ridged with chill, his nipples were hard, and he was staring at nothing, totally overwhelmed as he shook with one wave of his orgasm after another.

Zac just swallowed him down, rode it out, and kept giving Bryce everything he needed. Zac sucked Bryce through his orgasm, still moaning, though his moans sounded more satisfied now, like he was getting exactly what he’d wanted.

“Zac.” Bryce felt stunned. It still felt good to have Zac’s fingers in him, but he didn’t want to let his ghosts get hold of him. “Zac, please.” He fumbled for Zac’s shoulder. “C’mere.” Zac drew his fingers out slowly, gently, and crawled up over Bryce to kiss him on the mouth.

“You okay?” he asked, nuzzling at Bryce’s mouth.

“Yeah, yeah. I think so.” Bryce wrapped his arms around Zac and kissed him back, trying to breathe. “God, Zac. God. I want you. I want your dick in my mouth.” He could taste himself on Zac’s tongue and it was so hot it made him shudder.

“Please.” Zac rubbed his dick against Bryce’s hip, leaving a trail of pre-come in his wake. “God, Bryce, please.”

Bryce rolled him over in bed, pinning him down and kissing him and surprising himself with a fierce growl. He slid down without hesitation, only stopping to grab the lube. “Oh, God,” he moaned, when he saw Zac’s dick. At some point, Zac’s dick had become irresistible; once Bryce was turned on, it felt like there was nothing he couldn’t do, just as long as he didn’t stop long enough to think. He licked the head of Zac’s dick, whining at the taste, then sucked it into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” Zac got his hands in Bryce’s hair, not pulling, just holding on. “Oh, fuck, yeah.

Bryce. God, that’s so good. Please.”

It was better than good. Bryce got his fingers slick and slid one into Zac while he sucked Zac off, moaning the whole time. It was so different now, knowing exactly what Zac was feeling. He gave Zac another finger, pushing them in deep, over and over again. Zac rocked his hips, grinding down onto Bryce’s fingers, writhing. His breath came faster, unsteadier, with every push of Bryce’s fingers and every pull of Bryce’s mouth.

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Bryce slid another finger into Zac, wanting to be filled up, himself. He still felt strangely empty, though having his mouth full of Zac’s cock helped. Fuck, he wanted this. He pushed his fingers deep into Zac, curving them the way he knew Zac would love it. He
wanted
Zac’s mouth and ass and dick and fingers, and he hated everyone who’d ever made him feel wrong for it. This wasn’t for revenge, but that didn’t make fucking his mouth on Zac’s dick and plunging his fingers into Zac’s heat any less sweet.

Zac’s moans sounded desperate, needy and low. “Oh, fuck, Bryce.
Bryce
.” Zac’s hands tightened in Bryce’s hair, and then pulled away to clench in the sheets instead, just before his hips moved.

“Oh, God.” He fucked himself between Bryce’s fingers and his mouth as he came.

Bryce whimpered and swallowed. God, it was as good as coming himself. He knew he was making all kinds of little wet noises as he writhed on his knees, chanting Zac’s name in his head, and he didn’t care. For the first time, he was hit with that vision of what he was, what he was doing, but all knowing did was turn him on more. He wanted more. He drank Zac’s orgasm in, then pulled away to kiss Zac on the mouth. He kept his fingers in, though, stroking them in and out gently, touching Zac inside as the last shivers of orgasm went through him.

Zac kept moving into the push of Bryce’s fingers, his moans settling down into low rumbles. He kissed Bryce back, licking into his mouth and groaning softly.

“I love you,” Bryce said, twisting his fingers inside Zac. “I can’t believe... you are so good to me, Zac. That was so good.”

“So good, Bryce,” Zac murmured breathlessly. “Fuck. Love you, too.” Bryce was almost hard again, not that he’d ever really gone soft. He let Zac feel it while they kissed, rubbing against Zac’s thigh while he fingered him. If Zac wanted it, he’d ask for it; he kissed down Zac’s neck, lavishing licks and kisses on it to show Zac his adoration.

“Fuck me?” Zac whispered after another moment or two, reaching down to wrap one hand around Bryce’s dick. He stroked slowly, lightly. “Wanna feel you in me.”

“Yeah.” They still had to use condoms. Tests wouldn’t be back for a while, and there was no way Bryce was taking a single, tiny chance with Zac. “Lemme just...” He pulled his fingers out and reached behind him to grab a condom.

Zac hissed when Bryce pulled his fingers out, but held still and waited while Bryce got ready.

Turning back, Bryce put it on, getting too lost in looking at Zac all spread out and beautiful to feel ashamed of himself.

“Bryce...”

Bryce looked up from slicking his dick; the latex just took the edge off of how sensitive he was.

“Yeah?” He was worried something was wrong, so he leaned over to kiss Zac. “You okay?”
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“Want you.” Zac hooked his leg over Bryce’s hip and pulled him in. “I want. I want to feel your dick inside me, Bryce. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Please.”

“Okay.” Bryce had always loved making Zac happy in little, stupid ways, even before they were together. Sex was a whole new world of making Zac happy. He guided his dick into place, pushing into Zac smoothly. “I promise.” He kissed Zac again as he settled in deep.

“So good, Bryce,” Zac whispered against Bryce’s lips. “God, that feels so good.” Bryce kissed him one more time, then pushed up, bracing himself over Zac. Oh, Zac was so beautiful. Bryce bit back a moan, remembering that they had to be quiet, as he fucked Zac hard, just like Zac had asked. He fucked Zac until he could see the impact of each stroke ripple through Zac’s body, gritting his teeth to try and stay silent. God, it was so good. He had the best sex he’d ever had with Zac.

Zac loved it, too. It showed in his moaning and arching up into every thrust, his whole body flushed with pleasure. That Zac loved it hard was a huge turn-on. Bryce leaned back, but it was only to get Zac’s legs up over his shoulders. He was gasping now as he grabbed Zac’s hips and pulled himself in deep. He’d never handle a girl like this, but Zac...

Zac wanted it, and Bryce felt fearless, fucking him. Zac loved his dick, loved how big it was, and that made sex so much better. Zac shoved his hand into his mouth, muffling what still came out as an unquiet cry. His body was tight around Bryce’s cock and he was moving as much as he could to take Bryce in deep every time.

God, Bryce didn’t care if Steve heard Zac;
he
wanted to hear Zac. And right now, he wanted to tell Zac everything, emphasizing his words with hard, rolling strokes. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love this. I’m so fucking lucky, Zac. I don’t give a damn what anyone wants to call this. I get to love my best friend. I never want to stop.” God, it didn’t matter that he’d already come, his balls were pulling up hard and he could feel his orgasm building. Even talking wasn’t distracting from it.