Then the suction disappears. Rafael’s hand slides over to settle at his hip.
Kane freezes. Then he sees that red mouth, wet and waiting.
An invitation.
He doesn’t hesitate. One sharp thrust drives him forward, burying himself in Rafael’s throat.
They groan in unison. The vibration shoots through hiscock.
“Fuck,” he gasps, releasing Rafael’s hair to take his cock in hand. Guiding himself slowly, Kane sinks deeper.
Halfway in, Rafael opens wider.
It nearly undoes him.
His hips jerk as a white-hot pull builds low and fast. Only just before he can topple the edge, Kane clamps around his base.
Not yet.
With a trembling breath, he eases himself free and gives a gentle tug at Rafael’s arm.
Confusion creases his forehead, but Rafael doesn’t resist, letting Kane guide him backward.
When they reach the mattress, Kane lowers him with care. Then he rises again and hurries to shed the rest of his clothes.
Pants and underwear fall to the carpet in a crumple. A heartbeat later, he’s on the bed, a knee slipping between Rafael’s thighs with the other by his hip.
His hand presses into the mattress beside unruly curls. With the other, Kane reaches for Rafael’s zipper.
A soft smile tugs at Rafael’s lips as he moves to help. They fumble with the fabric, and in a few awkward tugs, the pants are flung aside.
By the time Kane reaches his boxers, his patience is long gone. He grips the waistband of Rafael’s underwear and yanks. The fabric gives with a tear, split clean up the side.
Rafael jolts with a gasp, the noise swallowed as Kane steals a kiss.
Another sound breaks loose, trapped between their mouths.
Cock pulsing against his thigh, Kane breaks the kiss to drag his teeth down Rafael’s throat.
“So beautiful.” He grinds against him. “And all mine.”
“All yours.” The words are choked out while Rafael clutches his shoulders.
Kane doesn’t answer. He trails kisses along his neck while a hand snakes between them. Clutching them both, he presses their erections together with a squeeze.
Rafael inhales sharply, head falling against the pillows.
The sound tightens something low in Kane’s gut. He groans, wrist setting a steady rhythm. Beneath him, Rafael gasps in his ear, hips twitching with each stroke.
He holds on as long as he can. But Rafael’s panting, the flush of his skin—it’s too much. Kane exhales hard and releases them.
Rafael’s response is instant—a whine that melts into a moan as Kane dips lower. Brushing past Rafael’s sack, he reaches for the entrance below and brushes the pad of his fingers along the outer edge. His cock throbs at the touch, remembering the last time he was inside.
Reining himself in, Kane sits up enough to tap the side of his wristlink. A smallest compartment unlocks, something Coda created without question. A pulse of warm gel releases with another tap, coating his chrome. He spreads the substance around Rafael’s entrance, earning a hitch in Rafael’s breath.
With a smirk, Kane shifts his weight and peers up, only to find Rafael watching.
A nod is answer enough.