“Can’t get enough, huh?” Kane chuckles. “Want me to go faster?”
Speech fails him, overwhelmed by the surge of arousal and the desperate urge to touch himself.
Yet, he gets what he wants, anyway. Kane grunts as he thrusts forward, burying himself deep and pressing against Rafael’s prostate.
Stars explode in Rafael’s vision, and a sob escapes his throat. Before he can fully adjust to the sensation of being filled, Kane withdraws and slams back in.
The powerful thrust is only the beginning. Kane quickly establishes a steady rhythm, and Rafael twists in an attempt to keep up.
Though his efforts earn a groan from Kane, a sound that swells Rafael’s pride.
He’ssatisfying andpleasingthis strong, self-assured man.
Except it’s not enough. He needs more.
With the next thrust, Rafael squeezes around him.
A groan rips from Kane. His fingers tighten around Rafael’s hips. “Fuck, Rafael, so good.”
That raw praise sends a thrill through Rafael. He bucks his hips to meet Kane’s motion, flexing around him and arching to take him deeper.
Time dissolves in his mind as the rhythm continues. His legs shudder, and his neglected cock aches, slick with precome.
But amid the chaos, he lets himself stop thinking. No choices, no expectations.
There is nothing but the hard, piston-like drive from Kane and the building release in his gut.
Even untouched, Rafael knows he’s close. He just doesn’t realize how much until cool digits wrap around his cock. A sudden jolt curls around him, ripping a primal sound from his throat.
In his ear, Kane hisses, thrusts synchronizing with the strokes of his hand.
The dual sensation is all Rafael needs.
His world explodes in white-hot pleasure, body tensing. With a final cry, he spends himself over Kane’s fist.
For a moment, nothing else exists but this. Simple, pure, overwhelming ecstasy.
The aftershocks begin to settle, and his awareness turns to Kane’s breath behind him.
Seconds later, Kane’s rhythm falters. A wet heat pours into Rafael’s insides while a deep roar breaks near his ear.
Rafael can’t help but clench and push in. Kane shudders above him, pushing further inside. He relaxes to accept more until Kane finally collapses.
The silence settles between them.
When Kane finally stirs, he rolls onto his back, drawing a deep breath before withdrawing. Rafael exhales and sinks beside him, head resting on his arm.
Kane catches his eye and grins. “You were delicious, sweetheart.” He leans in for a slow kiss, then meets his eyes. “Hope you enjoyed your dinner too. I know you liked dessert.”
Rafael chuckles. “I did.” His arm drapes over Kane, and the man pulls him closer.
For a while, they just lie there. The pond burbles nearby while a breeze stirs the plants. Rafael traces the wires running down Kane’s shoulder, letting his thoughts drift.
With Kane, the words come easier. He says things he’d usually swallow, lets silences sit without filling them. He doesn’t feel like he needs to act or soften anything.
That feeling follows them everywhere, racing through downtown, wandering Midtown at dawn, or lying together on this rooftop.
A future slips into his thoughts before he can stop it.