Heat coils low in Kane’s gut. He pushes his visor atop his head and stands, gently pulling Rafael up by the arm. “Then let’s celebrate my win at your place.” His grin turns sharp. “Or should I say…your hotel room?”
This earns him a silent nod and the spike of Rafael’s pulse in his overlay.
His own heart thumping, Kane guides them outside the theater and through the lobby to the elevator. Rafael calls the elevator, fingers trembling over the security panel. The doors slide open seconds later.
The moment they’re inside, he pins Rafael to the metal wall, kissing him with the hunger that’s been clawing at Kane for five days. Rafael’s arms hook around his neck, heat flaringwhere their bodies meet.
The elevator chimes. Kane barely registers the sound. When the doors glide open, they stumble into the hallway, still tangled together. By the time Rafael fumbles with the security panel and pushes the door open, Kane’s already steering him toward the nearest solid surface—the kitchen counter.
Rafael parts his legs, inhaling slowly as Kane steps in close. One hand braces against the counter while the other grips Rafael’s shirt, pulling him into another kiss.
Kane’s tongue sweeps every edge of Rafael’s mouth while his hand finds the zipper of his sweater. With a sharp pull, the garment falls open, exposing his skin beneath. A deep sigh escapes Rafael. Kane smirks and draws away just enough to let his chrome fingers trail over, savoring the feeling.
Except after days of pent-up desire, the touch is not enough. He yanks Rafael’s shirt off with a near grunt of impatience. Rafael mirrors his urgency, shrugging off Kane’s jacket and shirt clumsily. Kane doesn’t stop him. He straightens, watching as Rafael traces his hand down his chest.
“My champion.” The words send a wave of heat through Kane. His hand shoots out, tangling into curly dark hair. Rafael hisses, arching against his touch.
“That’s right,” Kane whispers, free hand tilting Rafael’s head until their gazes lock. “Your champion.”
Rafael swallows audibly. “Please, let me reward you for this win.”
The shift in tone is immediate. No longer teasing but claiming. “My champion, huh? Well, what kind of person would I be to deny my biggest fan?” His fingers clench in Rafael’s hair, guiding him down. Rafael sinks to his knees, gaze heavy and hooded. Kane straightens, looming over. “Show me.”
His words are a challenge, but Rafael doesn’t hesitate. He tugs Kane’s pants down to his thighs, revealing his cock straining against dark boxers. Rafael reaches for his underwear, the brush of his fingers sending a jolt through Kane. The heat flares hotter when his aching length is finally pulled free.
A primal groan escapes Kane. “Fuck, open your mouth.” His voice strains as he guides Rafael’s head closer to his crotch.
Dark eyelashes flutter, plush lips opening.
Blood rushes straight to Kane’s cock. He gives himself one sharp, brief squeeze before steering his cockhead into Rafael’s wet cavern.
At the slick slide of Rafael’s tongue, Kane sucks in a breath. “Fuck, sweetheart.” His hand locks tight around dark curls while Rafael’s settle at his hips.
Rafael’s lips suction around him with a whine. The sound sends a vibration up Kane’s shaft. He arches his spine, pushing further inside. When he catches the back of Rafael’s throat, a long, deep groan tears from his throat.
“God, yes.” Heat rushes through his body, both at the sensation and the way Rafael worships him. “My perfect fan.”
This draws a desperate sound from Rafael, sending a jolt of arousal down Kane’s spine. Refusing to break the connection, he forces Rafael’s head to tip. His head starts bobbing, licking and sucking around Kane’s cock.
“Ah, fuck, Rafael.” Rolling his hips, Kane shuts his eyes, lost in the haze of lust. But he snaps them open instantly to shift his focus down on the man below. The sight burns the flame hotter in his gut, but a different kind of warmth blooms in his chest.
His needs are far deeper than just release. His grip onRafael’s hair tightens, pulling another moan from the man and a sharp suck around his cock.
That primal fire takes over, and Kane’s thrust speeds up, pushing harder inside. A noise of appreciation erupts from the man, lips opening wider. Kane bucks forward, pushing in as deep as possible to paint every inch of himself inside.
But he doesn’t last long. A wave of pleasure courses through his body, faster and heavier than anything before, and with this, his body lets go. With a final thrust forward, he reaches his peak and spills his release into Rafael’s wet, open mouth.
For a few heartbeats, there are only their uneven breaths and the slow ebb of tension as Kane’s body unwinds.
When his nerve endings finally quiet, he pulls him back, easing out of Rafael.
Kane glances down, expecting to find Rafael exhausted and out of breath. What greets him instead is a dark smile that stops his breath.
He tucks himself into his boxers and reaches for Rafael’s jaw, guiding his chin until their eyes meet. “You want your champion to return the favor?” Kane murmurs.
Rafael’s eager nod is all he needs. Another chance to show this man how much he means to Kane.
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