Without hesitation, he presses forward, sinking into that welcoming body.
“Kane!” Rafael’s nails dig into his skin.
Kane thrusts the chrome digit deeper, then leans in to press a kiss to Rafael’s clavicle.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks, unable to help himself.
No words come. Only another nod, and the pulsing of Rafael’s cock between their stomachs.
He keeps working Rafael open, thrusting in and out. Rafael quivers with each motion, nails pressing harder.
It’s a sight to see, watching the man come undone. Except the more Kane gives, the more he aches to take.
After a final thrust, his finger slips out almost entirely, and another choked cry tears from Rafael.
“Don’t worry.” Kane’s teeth graze his skin. “There’s more to come.”
A second lube-slicked digit presses in, joining the first.
Rafael lets out a near-scream.
Kane’s cock throbs in response, yet his focus stays locked on the man beneath him. He increases the pace, each thrust deeper and more insistent.
Then his touch grazes that sensitive spot buried deep—
“Fuck!” The rare curse breaks from Rafael.
Only Kane doesn’t stop. If anything, he offers more, adding a third digit.
His mouth presses to Rafael’s chest. “This is what you wanted? To be filled and stretched?”
The answer isn’t verbal—it’s in the sudden clench, the desperate pull around his fingers. The sensation nearly undoes him.
Kane pants through the rush, heart pounding in his ears. “Fuck.” The word is ragged. “I can’t wait any longer. Need to be inside you.”
“Please, Kane!” Rafael cries, arms falling from his shoulders.
He moves without grace but with purpose, pushing up andadjusting Rafael’s limbs to make space for himself. Though when he pulls free, Kane withdraws slowly, savoring the moment.
Their eyes meet again.
Refusing to break eye contact, he slicks himself with more lube and takes Rafael by the hip, guiding him into the perfect angle. With a deep inhale, he eases in slowly.
A soft sound slips from Rafael, and Kane stills instantly.
Only when the pressure around him eases does he pull back slowly and push in again.
The heat is almost unbearable. He clenches his jaw.
Not yet. No roughness.
He sets a careful rhythm, every movement measured. Rafael moves with him, matching his tempo until they’re moving as one.
When Kane lifts his head, he’s met with a soft smile and pull of Rafael’s body, urging him close.
His smirk sharpens.
Finally.