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"I am ready for you, Asher," Colden sucked on his pulse point slowly, leaving a small red mark in his wake, "You can go ahead, I still know how much you care for me. I need you."

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Asher sighed. "You're sure?" He didn't ask a second time. He brushed his member against Colden's entrance.

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Colden responded merely by lifting his hips, pressing himself against Asher's erection. He kissed back up to his lips, kissing him softly.

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He was slow.
Tantalizingly slow.
His lips made a sweet dance over Colden's, his tongue finally darting out to tease against Colden's bottom lip, nibbling lightly on the flesh.
That supernatural power of his, that strength, was forced into his hips, his buttocks, his thighs, all of which were currently supporting him.
They were a similar height, which made the gay version of the missionary position a hell of a lot easier.

His breath was cool, minty as it shuddered out of him in a long, deep groan.
When he was hilt-deep in his lover, he was still.
"I want this to last."

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Colden's muscles clenched and relaxed, "Ah..then don't move too fast," he gasped, wrapping his legs around his waist, "I want it to last too."

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Gaelic.
God, how he wanted to talk in Gaelic.
How Asher wanted to bow his back, murmur sweet nothings into the crook of Colden's neck, sex-filled words in his ear.
He blinked back the idea, buttocks tensing, thighs squeezing just a bit. The heels pressed against the small of his back pressed him just a bit forward, so his arms were propped up in a strange push-up movement. He let out another groan, feeling Colden clench and relax around him.
"You are so warm." His voice was filled with wonder. He wiggled his hips, experimenting, watching Colden's face.

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Colden couldn't decide how to react. His teeth met his bottom lip, nibbling, and he thrusted his fingers into Asher's hair, "You're welcome?" He laughed breathily, , fingers tugging his hair gently.

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He gave in.
His body reached back, hips rocking, body weight shifting, making the bed give a low groan that sounded much like the one Asher made as his body thrust, member sliding halfway out then all the way back in.
The headboard slammed against the wall.

He let out a quiet laugh, face dark, deep with private thoughts, wicked thoughts.
"Can I speak to you in Gaelic? Do you like Gaelic?"

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"Gah, yes, talk to me," Colden gasped, his teeth releasing his bottom lip. He combed his fingers through Asher's hair, not tugging enough to hurt him, but it still tugged.

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He lowered his head, hips rocking in that slow, rhythmic way. His lips brushed against the lobe of Colden's ear as he murmured Gaelic. "Boladh tú chomh milis. Tá tú ag tiomáint dÚsachtach dom - is gá dom tú." A long, shuddering breath, a deep plunge into Colden by the movement of his hips. "Dia. Déan grá dom. Grá dom. Amháin dom. Is breá liom tú. Tá tú ag duine iontach. Cherish mé tú."

((Dia. Déan grá dom. Grá dom. Amháin dom. Is breá liom tú. Tá tú ag duine iontach. Cherish mé tú. God. Make love to me. Love me. Only me. I love you. You are an amazing person. I cherish you.
Boladh tú chomh milis. Tá tú ag tiomáint dÚsachtach dom - is gá dom tú. You smell so sweet. You're driving me crazy - I need you.))

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Colden had no idea what he was saying, but by the tone of his voice, he knew it had to be sensual, loving. It sent a shudder through his body, his muscles clenching in response, "You sound so sexy when you talk like that," he exhaled quietly.

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His member stroked Colden's entrance, only the tip of him remaining inside before his hips snapped forwards. "Mm." He nuzzled into Colden's ear, nibbling at the lobe. "Gaelic is natural." Somehow, his accent was thicker when they did this.

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Colden moaned loudly, his back arching, "I like it. I like it a lot."

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"I'll be sure to remember that." His lips marked Colden's neck - a place that was already black and blue with his possessive, this is mine! marks - and gave a low groan. "God, that. Just that." His body shuddered, arched nearer, forcing his member even deeper, pushing almost roughly into Colden's prostate. Clearly, he was pleased that he was giving Colden the time and attention he deserved.

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He clawed at the sheets with one hand, his body giving itself over to the other in every way. The abuse to his prostate had him seeing stars and Colden swore under his breath, voice riddled with pleasure. God, was feeling this much even possible?

He looked at Asher, blue eyes making eye contact, "I love you," he told him in a husky voice.

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Asher's body stilled, his entire frame freezing.
Only one person had ever said that to him, and that was Jazz.
He swallowed past the emotions, words thick. He replied in Gaelic. "Is breá liom tú." This was too much. His body shuddered, arched. And yet, he maintained eye contact, head bowed to do so. His next words were so thick with his Irish accent that they almost sounded foreign. "I love you."

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Colden jerked up to kiss him, firm capturing his lips to convey emotion that he felt. He had been surprised with himself, the words just coming to his lips uncontrollably. But he was so relieved that Asher had said those three words back to him.

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Asher rolled them over, just a bit, so Colden was riding him. Asher's body reared up, chests pressed together, though at this angle, Colden was just a tad taller than him. His hips were still, legs drawn up to support Colden's back. His lips were strong, firm, but still gave way under Colden's, and he allowed his lover to feel. To simply feel.
Asher did the same, and by all the Divine, it was amazing.
He twined his fingers in Colden's hair, wrapping the strands around his hands and yanking just enough to give himself better access.

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The position pushed Asher deeper and Colden couldn't help but moan into the kiss. This angle hit his prostate straight on, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He moved his hips, doing the heavy work now. It was perfection, their bodies molded together, kissing, touching. All of it drove him wild.

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The angle pressed Colden down on Asher. He didn't mind much. A low, content sound in his throat allowed Colden to know this, lips opening, tongue darting out. His hands ran down Colden's side, remembering where he was sensitive.