He grabs my hand as I go to insert another finger and shakes his head. “I don’t need any more,” he pants.

“Sweetheart, I’m not hurting you.”

Again the endearment. But I don’t think he even hears it. “I don’t need it,” he says again. “I like the burn.” He shakes his head violently. “Please, Zeb. Don’t look at me.”

He throws his hand over his face as if to hide, and I pull it back gently before reaching down and kissing him. I suck on that full lower lip before pulling back. “You think that I’m so controlled?” I say hoarsely. “You think I have the power?” He stares at me, and I shake my head. “You have the power, Jesse. You always have.”

Something alters in his face, but instead of saying anything, he lifts his legs and pulls his knees up, holding himself open for me.

“Shit, that’s so hot,” I breathe and reaching out, I grab the condom. I fumble with it as he watches me with dark eyes.

When it’s finally on, I lower myself over him, positioning my dick against the small hole. I open my mouth to ask again, and he shakes his head crossly, so instead I push in. It’s hard going, as he’s still tight, so I go gently, pausing often, but I’m relieved to see the pleasure in his face, the almost blind look in his eyes as he focuses inward on the feel of my cock in him.

Finally, I bottom out and I groan helplessly at the feel of that tight sheath milking my prick. For a wild moment I wonder what it would be like to be bare in him, to feel him burn me from the inside and to spill in there feeling it hot around my cock. I moan at the thought, and he lowers his legs to twine them around my hips as I start to thrust.

I piston into him, slowly at first, alternating deep thrusts with shallow ones, hearing his groans in my ear as I watch our reflection in the tarnished depths of the mirror. It’s like we’re one body joined as we grunt and heave together. I watch his arms and legs band around me and the blind joy in my expression.

I’m broader than him and I look almost protective as I hover over him, forcing my cock into him. My tanned skin shines in the low light, darker against the olive tones of his. His dark hair gleams in the light as he throws his head back and moans long and low. His mouth is open and his eyes clenched shut. I stare again at that reflection as my hips sling back and forth. We look beautiful together, I have time to think.