Kane grins. He reclines enough for Rafael to raise his arms, then grabs the edge of the sweater, slipping it off.
As he hungrily takes in Rafael’s newly exposed skin, a chrome finger drifts down between his pecs. “Gorgeous,” Kane murmurs.
Rafael can’t resist a quiet moan.
“Love that sound.” Kane’s thumb and forefinger pinch his nipple, rolling the sensitive skin.
Rafael tips his head back, and wet lips press against the side of his neck. Eyes falling closed, he turns to grant Kane better access and settles an arm over his shoulders.
This seems to be all the invitation Kane needs. His hand leaves the sensitive nub, moving down Rafael’s torso, each caress igniting sparks of pleasure. When Kane delves deeper, past his trousers and into his boxers, he lets out a gasp.
Yet this is where the man pauses, inches from where Rafael wants him to. He tilts his hips in a plea, but Kane only laughs.
“Something you want?” His voice comes low against Rafael’s ear.
Lost under all the heat, Rafael can only nod.
Kane’s teeth graze his jaw. “Then say the word.”
“Please.” The word slips out broken and desperate. “Please, Kane. Touch me.”
A chuckle vibrates against his neck. “Anything you want,sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.
The nickname barely registers as cool metal slides around his cock. Rafael gasps, lost for words as the grip of Kane’s hand strips away every thought.
“There you are,” Kane murmurs. His fingers slide along his shaft and up against the swell of the cockhead. Rafael arches into the touch, craving more pressure, more speed. Yet the slow, torturous pace continues. He inhales sharp, grip slipping from Kane’s hair.
Beneath him, the cushions shift with Kane’s movement before warm air gusts across his skin. Soft lips follow, pressing kisses along Rafael’s collarbone before securing on his nipple. His thoughts spiral, overwhelmed by all the sensations—Kane’s hand, his mouth, the goosebumps across his skin.
Whatever control he has left unravels when Kane switches to the opposite nipple, swirling around the peak. Another groan escapes Rafael as his hips buck automatically. Thankfully, Kane finally gives in, increasing the pace and tightening his grip. Rafael’s mind short-circuits under the rush of pleasure, bucking wildly to match the speed while Kane devours his chest.
He barely registers that Kane has pulled back until there’s a shift of weight near his head. His eyes flutter open, and Kane’s gaze locks with his, a smug grin on his lips. “Look at you,” he purrs. “So perfect, giving yourself to me.”
An incoherent whine is the best Rafael can offer, wincing when he feels precome dribbling from the head of his cock. But when he finally rises above the haze of lust, guilt starts to creep in, and his hand darts out to brush against the strain in Kane’s pants. Strong fingers stop Rafael before he can reachthe zipper, clasping his wrist.
“Want to see what you do to me?” Kane teases. He releases Rafael to clasp the zipper, and in a few quick tugs, his cock is free from his pants. Rafael inhales sharply at the sight, watching chrome digits close over the thick length. “This—this is what you do to me.” Kane leans down, repositioning his body until their lengths press together.
The skin on skin draws a loud groan from Rafael, but the second he thinks he can’t take more, Kane encloses both cocks with his entire hand. Under the new wave of pleasure, his hand finds an anchor in Kane’s shoulder, over where the flesh meets chrome.
A groan rumbles from Kane in response, grip tightening as he strokes them together at a relentless pace.
Almost instantly, Rafael is reduced to a quivering mess. His vision blurs at the edges as his body surrenders to the rhythm. The world narrows to the frantic beat of his heart and the sound of their uneven breaths.
Kane’s low voice in his ear cuts through the fog. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let go.”
“Kane,” Rafael rasps.
He comes with a gasp, hot release dripping all over Kane’s fingers. But the man keeps up the momentum, squeezing every last drop from Rafael. Only when Rafael whimpers from the overstimulation does Kane finally release him and settle upright.
Limbs completely slack, Rafael collapses into the cushions. The ceiling swims while he tries to catch his breath. Once his world finally steadies, his gaze drifts up to Kane.
The man’s usual control is gone. His face is flushed, pendant dangling from his neck, and lashes fanned against pale cheeks.He strokes himself with fervor, his gaze sweeping from Rafael’s face to the mess on his chest.
When Kane finally comes, a guttural sound tears from his throat. “Fuck!” His release splashes between them, and Rafael watches the come drip to mix with his own, unable to look away.
For a long moment, Kane is frozen above him, his body shaking with the raw aftershock of the release.