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Eli stared at the cake.
Big white letters on red frosting screamed: Best Dick Ever
A low laugh rumbled out of him — rough, surprised, amused. Noah stood next to it, grinning like he’d just won something. That grin, that nerve, that pure Noah energy — it wrapped tight around Eli’s chest. Warm. Inevitable. He reached out, pulled Noah in, held him close. Mine. All mine.
“You cheeky little shit,” Eli murmured, fingers digging into Noah’s hip. “I’m gonna wreck you tonight, darling.” Then he kissed him — deep, hard, like a claim.
Noah moaned softly.
“Yes, please,”
he whispered.
The night that followed blurred into passion and hands on their sweaty bodies and the unspoken truth between them: Yours. Mine. Ours.