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adjusted to the feel of it inside him. He leaned forward, his movements slow and careful. Devon knew this had to be hurting him, but Jesse didn’t complain. He kissed Devon; a chaste, closed-mouth, gentle kiss. Then he sat up and rolled his hips experimentally.
    A sharp hiss escaped Devon’s lips, his back arching as Jesse finally began to move. Placing his hands on Devon’s chest, he rode him hard. Devon unravelled beneath him, his eyes rolling back in his head as he tried to thrust up into Jesse’s tight little hole. In no time at all, Devon felt his groin clench and coil. He cried out, spurting hot and wet, wave after wave, deep inside Jesse. The teenager bore down, riding out Devon’s orgasm, wrapping one hand around his own cock and pumping furiously until he shot long streams of semen over Devon’s stomach and chest.
    Spent, Jesse rolled to one side with an expressive sigh. They lay quietly, both lost in their own thoughts until a fresh wave of discomfort reminded Devon of the position he was in. The pain in his arms returned with a vengeance and he nudged Jesse with one knee.
    â€œWill you untie me now, please?” He half expected Jesse to refuse again, but he knelt up obediently and reached for the tie.
    â€œAre you going to hit me again? You can if you want.” Jesse picked at the knot in the smooth silk binding Devon to the bedstead. “I deserve it.”
    Devon’s heart ached to hear the dejection in Jesse’s voice. He’d thought Jesse had enjoyed the sex as much as he had, but now an air of defeat and misery came off him in waves. He longed to hold the boy in his arms, to comfort him, promise everything would be okay. One thing he was certain of after a week apart was that he didn’t want to be without Jesse. It would take time and effort on both their parts, but he was sure they could work things out if they tried. Lying like this with Jesse, it was easy to put the hurt and anger of the last week aside and think about a future together.
    Finally, his wrists were freed and he lowered his throbbing arms, hugging them to his chest. Devon hissed through clenched teeth as the blood flowed into his numb hands, burning through his veins like acid. Right at that moment, he was physically incapable of hitting Jesse even if he’d wanted to. Trouble was, he was also unable to hold and reassure him and he could sense Jesse pulling away in the darkness. Where he had taken the sex as encouragement their relationship could be saved, Jesse saw it as the end.
    â€œI should go,” Jesse said suddenly, getting up from the bed and searching for his clothes in the dark.
    â€œYou don’t have to.”
    â€œYes, I do. If I stay I’ll hurt you again.”
    â€œYou didn’t hurt me, Jesse.”
    â€œBut I had sex with you.”
    â€œAnd I loved every second of it.”
    â€œI forced you.”
    â€œNo.” Devon sat up, wincing at the pain in his useless, leaden arms. “I wanted you to.”
    â€œI’m as bad as him.” There was no need to ask who
him
was: Antonio. Despite the photographer claiming he was the one to be seduced, Jesse remained convinced it happened the other around. Even more telling was the fact he didn’t see it as seduction. In his young mind, Antonio had forced him into sex. And now he thought he was guilty of the same. “It’s really over, isn’t it?”
    â€œIt doesn’t have to be. Stay. Talk to me.”
    â€œI can’t.”
    The bedroom door softly clicked shut and a few moments later Devon heard the front door close as Jesse left the apartment. He lay back against the pillows with a heartfelt groan. A week ago Jesse had been begging for another chance and he had refused. Now, Devon was the one desperate to start over and Jesse had walked out on him. When did everything become such a mess? He closed his eyes, too tired and confused to think about it anymore. Sleep first, think