He rolls deep with a single thrust until he’s fully seated, flush against the curve of Rafael’s ass.
“Fuck!” The word tears from him.
Rafael answers with a squeeze.
Any control Kane has left breaks. He draws out, then slams in hard, tearing a whine from Rafael.
“That’s right,” Kane growls, tongue dragging along Rafael’s throat while his hips snap with urgency.
Another incoherent noise rips free from Rafael as he squeezes around Kane’s cock.
The sound and pressure shred his control. His rhythm falters, thrusts turning erratic. Rafael meets him stroke forstroke, nails biting into his skin—and that sting only sharpens Kane’s hunger.
Muttering a curse, he pushes off the mattress, adjusting to sink in deeper.
The change in angle wrecks them both.
As Rafael releases a cry, Kane seizes him by the hip, using the grip to pound harder and faster until the man beneath is practically shaking.
Then Kane reaches between them, taking hold of Rafael’s cock.
The reaction is instant. Rafael jerks, spine bowing as he cries out.
“You want to come? Kane grits out. “With me buried in you?”
Rafael doesn’t answer—he doesn’t have to. The way his body trembles says it all.
“I’ll give it to you. Don’t you worry. I’ll always give you what youneed.”
Kane’s last word breaks into a ragged sound as heat spikes sharp and fast.
A broken noise drifts up from Rafael, but it’s drowned out as pleasure barrels through Kane, burning through every limb. With a shuddering grunt, he gives in, spilling inside.
His vision blanks, breath leaves him. He ducks, pressing his face into Rafael’s shoulder.
Everything else falls away.
There’s only Rafael beneath him, and the ache that he never wants to leave.
As his pulse slows and breath returns, Kane’s awareness returns to their bodies pressed from shoulder to thigh.
Between them, Rafael’s release glistens at his stomach.
He can’t resist a grin.
They came together after all.
Carefully, he shifts to the side, slipping out without his arms ever leaving Rafael. Turning them gently, Kane moves Rafael until they’re face to face on the rumpled sheets.
Rafael shifts against him, a smile already forming. “Hi,” he whispers.
“Hello,” Kane rumbles, drawing him closer until their limbs tangle. Rafael nuzzles against his chest, palm resting over the mess of wires and skin.
Tomorrow will bring more planning. More patrols. More lines to hold
In Nova City, peace is only ever a pause.
And tonight, that’s enough.