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lifted off his back.
    Two hands cupped his ass, smoothing over skin and spreading him open. Exposing him completely.
    “I’ve wanted to do this, see this, since the moment I realized you were waxed clean. Since that first night in the showers.”
    Mike’s face heated again, even as blood surged into his cock and his balls snugged tighter to his body. Alexei had thought about this. About him . For just as fucking long as Mike had.
    The happy noise erupting from Mike’s chest probably ought to have been embarrassing.
    One hand gently tapped his ass rhythmically. “I ought to spank you for not telling me the truth.” Each touch was firmer than the one before, but they still weren’t more than a pat. Mike’s entire focus narrowed down to where each blow landed.
    “I’m sorry,” Mike gasped, afraid to ask which truth Alexei meant. That he was gay? A size queen? The happiest man alive with his face smashed to the bed and his ass in the air? There was a lot of fucking truths being revealed in this bed right then.
    “Does your family know? Your father?”
    A chill ran down Mike’s spine, tightening every muscle. “Jesus Christ, don’t .”
    Alexei’s hand landed and remained pressed to his skin. “Spank you?” Challenge edged his voice.
    “No, for the love of Christ, don’t bring up my father .”
    Alexei chuckled. “Fair enough.”
    Alexei cupped Mike’s balls in one hand, the other reaching forward to wrap around his cock. “So, yes to spanking?” Alexei asked curiously, casually, in the same tone he would use to confirm they’d chosen pizza for dinner.
    “ Please .”
    A hand pumped along the length of Mike’s shaft and he groaned, as pleased with his reward as Alexei seemed to be with his answer.
    “Really?” Alexei sounded distinctly dubious.
    Christ, Mike didn’t know how to make Alexei believe. Mike had to swallow just to get his voice to work and resorted to blurting out the unvarnished truth. “Yes. Spank me. Fuck me. Whatever you want.”
    Mike’s head was still spinning with the sound of his own voice begging to be fucked, when his balls were released, followed by the sounds of Alexei rummaging around in his bedside drawer. Mike’s heart rate doubled, his ass clenched. He squeezed his eyes shut and told himself to chill the fuck out before he blew from barely a touch.
    God, but what a touch. It was Alexei. Alexei’s hand on his dick. Alexei’s firm lips brushing across the small of his back, murmuring unexpectedly sweet things. Mike had never thought of himself as sexy. Or beautiful—god, Alexei had just called him beautiful— until now. He felt the sting of tears in his eyes and screwed them shut tighter.
    A fingertip slid down his crack and over the wildly sensitive skin surrounding his hole. Mike jerked against the teasing pressure, blindly attempting to impale himself. To get what he’d been craving for months and distract himself for everything he’d never even had the nerve to dream of hearing and having with Alexei.
    The touch disappeared.
    “I’m in charge, Michael.”
    “Yes.” Thank god. It was what he wanted. Needed . And not just because he was embarrassingly inexperienced. It was bigger than that.
    Cool lube circled his entrance but this time he held perfectly still. “I’m going to do what I want. That’s what you said.”
    Mike’s entire focus was honed down to the press and tickle of that one finger. He could barely get it together enough to mumble, “I meant it.”
    Alexei worked at the muscles surrounding his hole, pressing and messaging. Fighting tightly clenched muscles. Mike whimpered, begging for the invasion, straining to hold still and scolding himself to relax.
    God, he thought he might die of happiness and relief when Alexei’s thick finger finally slid into him. Easing deeper, farther. He wanted to beg him to keep going, to stretch him more, faster, but then Alexei rotated his hand, his fingertip brushing against Mike’s prostate, and all he could