“Good.” He gathers Rafael against him. “Because like I said, I’m not letting you go. Ever.”
“Good,” Rafael echoes, leaning back.
A shiver racing down his spine, Kane carries Rafael through the last stretch of the hall.
The door at the end glides open at their approach, revealing a large bedroom cluttered with scattered boxes and mismatched furniture.
He guides them through the chaos toward the bed, lowering Rafael onto familiar sheets before following him down, knees bracketing his waist. One arm braces against the mattress while his free hand raises to cup the side of Rafael’s face, drawing him closer.
When they finally meet, the tension coiled in Kane snaps. He can’t seem to undress Rafael fast enough. A few tugs loosen the apron at his waist, the strap slipping free—but before Kane can strip it away, Rafael yanks the smock offhimself.
Kane chuckles against his mouth and pulls away. “Going too slow?” he teases, already working the zipper down.
Pink blooms at Rafael’s cheeks. Nodding, he slides free of his sleeves.
As the shirt falls away, Kane drinks in the sight of the man, half-dressed and already flushed.
“What a sight…” A chrome finger traces down Rafael’s tan chest, savoring the warmth beneath. So different from the coolant that runs beneath Kane’s artificial limbs.
“I want to see you too,” Rafael breathes, reaching for the collar of Kane’s jacket. He stretches the fabric toward Kane’s shoulders.
With a smirk, Kane shifts until he’s straddling Rafael, then pushes off the bed entirely. Rafael’s expression falters—until Kane positions himself at the edge.
Understanding flickers across Rafael’s face. He shifts to the edge of the mattress, legs dangling off the side. Kane steps between them and starts shrugging out of his jacket.
The moment the coat hits the floor, Rafael’s palm moves over his exposed skin, tracing the neural-lace tendrils that snake from the base of his skull down into his chest. His touch lingers on the pendants hanging between them, the new nestled beside the old.
“Like what you see?” Kane purrs.
His question barely registers. Rafael’s focus stays fixed as he drifts closer to Kane’s waistband. Before he can make contact, Kane catches him, drawing his gaze.
“If you want the full show…” His voice drops to a whisper as he guides Rafael toward the bulge in his pants. “You’ll have to give me something in return.”
Rafael’s fingers curl against the fabric. As if reading Kane’smind, he nods.
A jolt tears through Kane, want curling low as his pants tighten by the second. Still, he resists, letting Rafael pull the zipper down—never breaking eye contact. The moment stretches until warm fingers finally slip past his boxers and wrap around his cock.
Kane’s hand shoots out, gripping Rafael by the curls. “Ah, sweetheart. Fuck. That’s it.”
The praise earns a reward—a firmer grip, a stroke so slow it borders on cruel.
His eyes squeeze shut, everything narrowing to friction and heat.
It doesn’t last. He feels Rafael slip lower, giving a firm squeeze at the base. Kane’s lashes flutter open.
Once satisfied, Kane shifts his weight and looks up. Rafael is already watching him. He gives a single nod.
That’s all the confirmation he needs.
“Fuck,” Kane groans, fisting Rafael’s hair.
Rafael doesn’t stop—if anything, he doubles down. His tongue swirls around Kane’s length, tracing each ridge.
No words escape him.
Only a deep, guttural moan as the air escapes his lungs.
Each lick sends a fresh tremor through his body, restraint fraying with every stroke—