Page 92 of The Quirky Vet

Muir is that guy. He's my person.

He smooths his palms over my chest, while I swing my hands around to his arse and cup his muscular cheeks, my brain melting at the memory of how good his hole tasted.

"Lie down, bubba," I say, and he does.

We keep kissing each other, and after a while, I brush my hand down his chest and over his rock-hard abs, reaching his equally rock-hard cock. I scoot down into my favourite position between his thighs, and in one smooth motion, swallow his cock until the head hits the back of my throat. I lift up, then go back down, over and over again, coating his cock with my saliva.

Once he's relaxed, I hook my hands behind his knees and raise them into the air, giving me access to that sweet hole I've been obsessed with since the moment I tasted it. I take a proper look at his pink pucker, and yeah, I can see he's done some prep work. He's not as tight as he was last time.

"It's edible lube," he says.

My eyes snap to his. "Huh?"

"I used edible lube. It's tasteless and safe to consume, so if you're worried about eating me out?—"

"Never. I was just admiring the view."

"Oh, okay, sor—" He clears his throat. "As you were then."

I smile and get in nice and close, swiping my tongue over his entrance. Because he's a little looser, I can poke my tongue deeper into him.

"Fuuuuck. Soooo good," he coos, and I fill with pride, knowing I'm able to make the man I love feel so much pleasure.

I lick and poke and nibble and gently bite around his hole for a long time. I almost don't want to stop.

Almost.

I pull myself away from his arse and reach over for the condoms and lube he dropped onto the bed, ready to take this to the next level.

The fact that we're both guys doesn't feel like it's even a thing because my feelings for Muir run so strong. I love him, and I want to be with him. It really is as simple as that.

I put a condom on and slather a healthy dollop of lube onto my cock. I bring what's left over on my fingers to his hole and smear it along his outer rim.

Then I bring his calves up to rest against my shoulders and line myself up against his body. I'm about to ask if he's ready again, but when I see the smile on his face and the look of pure joy in his eyes, I opt for something different, something I've been wanting to say for a while now, something I've been holding off until the moment was perfect.

Thisis the perfect moment.

I stare into his beautiful blue eyes. "I love you, bubba."

His smile widens, overtaking his face. "I love you, too."

Hearing him say it back makes my chest feel like it might burst from the overwhelming rush of joy. This is it. This feels so right. My best mate really is my soulmate. It's something I've said light-heartedly over the years, but it really is true.

How did I get so lucky?

I bring the tip of my cock to his body and gently thrust my hips forwards. He may have done some prep work, but his body is as tight as it is warm. So I take it real slow, easing into him inch by careful inch.

My eyes stay glued to his face, searching for any signs of pain or discomfort, but all I see is focus.

And determination.

"I'm almost there," I tell him when I'm close to bottoming out.

"Thank fuck," he grits out around a tight grin.

"There."

"Ahhhh." His eyes roll back, and I don't move, content to stay right here forever. I've never felt this close to another human being before. It's like…it's like we're one. Which, yes, sounds corny as hell, but it's really what it feels like. We're connected physically…and in every other way, too.