Kane’s tongue lingers for a final lick across his stomach before he shifts, grip settling over Rafael’s hips. With almost no effort at all, he flips him onto his stomach.
A startled gasp leaves Rafael. When he glances over his shoulder, Kane is already kneeling between his legs with a smirk.
“That was just the appetizer,” Kane rasps, tugging off Rafael’s boxers. “Time for the entrée.”
Blood rushes through Rafael. The rooftop air is cold against his bare skin, but his cock beneath him pulses, growing harder when Kane holds up a finger covered in icing.
Eyes locked, Kane traces a finger down Rafael’s right cheek. Rafael sucks in a breath, heart flipping as he realizes exactly what Kane plans the moment Kane dips his head.
The wet touch of Kane’s tongue hits instantly. He licks the stripe of frosting clean across Rafael’s skin, and Rafael bucks, searching for any friction against his aching length. A cool hand settles on his opposite cheek, and he goes still. When Kane’s hand leaves his backside, settling on his hip, Rafael buries his flaming face in his arms.
While Kane’s tongue drags lower, toward his entrance, athrill runs through him. They haven’t done this together yet.
Except the contact is cut short.
Instead, Kane shifts to guide Rafael onto all fours over the blanket with his hips raised.
Arousal barrels through him. His gaze cuts to Kane. The man is on his knees between Rafael’s spread calves.
“This main course is served in two parts,” Kane rumbles, grip dropping to his hips. “And it’s better eaten in this position.”
The words steal the air from Rafael. He grasps for himself, desperate for relief, but Kane swats him away. A whine escapes Rafael.
“Oh no, I’m the cook here,” he teases. “Trust me, sweetheart. The wait will be worth it.”
Before the last syllable fades, his tongue breaches. Rafael cries out. The pleasure is blinding, and as Kane plunges deeper, Rafael’s spine arches, chasing for more.
A laugh rumbles against his back, the vibration adding to the sensation. His eyes snap shut as the ache in his gut starts to build.
He needs more. More friction, more pressure.
A lubricated finger joins the tongue. The stretch flushes his entire body. Yet his cock still aches between his legs, precome slicking the head. Kane’s tongue dives deeper. A strangled noise tears from Rafael’s mouth.
Kane doesn’t relent, adding a second finger draws another whine from Rafael. As both digits push in farther, the tips graze Rafael’s prostate.
White lights explode behind in vision. The ache inside burns hotter.
“Kane!” Rafael’s fingers dig into the blanket, panting forbreath.
Through the haze, Kane’s voice almost doesn’t register. “Ready for dessert?”
All Rafael can manage is a frantic nod. As long as that means more of this.
Before he can brace himself, Kane’s fingers slide free, leaving him empty.
He snaps his head back. The sight steals the breath. Kane, with his pants shoved down to his thighs, bare chest above, and a lubed-up length pulsing in his hand.
Rafael’s mouth waters.
The head of Kane’s cock breaches his entrance.
“Kane!” he cries out.
A satisfied hum is his only response, along with the plunge of Kane further inside.
Finally, he’s giving in to what they both want. What Rafael had been craving for so many dates, but was too embarrassed to push for. But now they’re here, joined together under the neon and stars.
With a single thrust, Kane pushes deep, filling him completely. The stretch burns but sends a different kind of spark throughout Rafael’s entire body. Kane withdraws once before spearing him again, and Rafael presses into the motion, drawing him further inside.