“Hands flat against the wall.” Kage’s voice dropped and Finley complied.
Kage fondled Finley’s balls though the denim of his jeans, then popped the buttons open, revealing his black boxer briefs. With a sharp tug, he pulled the jeans to mid-thigh, keeping Finley’s legs bound by the fabric.
“If you were mine, you’d be in a jockstrap with your ass lubed and plugged. So I could fuck you against the dirty bricks, hard and fast, then leave your hole dripping with my come.”
“Please.” Finley whispered in a stuttered breath. “Then make me yours.”
The way Finley reacted to his every command, and yielded to the smallest of his touches, was the very essence that fuelled Kage’s doubts. How could they ever be together? Nobody could be that perfect—cut in a precise way to match the jagged edges of his broken self.
Kage splayed his hand on Finley’s abdomen under his shirt, then moved to the small of his back. He danced his fingers alongthe waistline of the briefs then dived under the fabric to trace Finley’s hole with a fingertip.
“Fu —” Finley’s curse never left him as Kage clamped a hand over his lips.
Kage kept their gazes locked but Finley’s grew hazy as a moan rumbled in his chest. He moved his hips, making it clear exactly what he wanted.
Kage teased the rim he wished he could taste now, then pushed his finger in, knowing damn well that Finley had to feel the burn.
The groan and low mumbling from Finley suggested he enjoyed it.
“Do you like a bit of pain?” Kage licked a stripe along Finley’s neck, lifting his hand off Finley’s mouth.
Finley gasped, his ass tight around Kage’s finger. “I thought I didn’t. But this kind of pain is different. I want more of that.”
With a smile, Kage shoved Finley’s boxers down, releasing his cock, which sprang up to attention. Kage held his hand up to Finley’s face and, without being asked, Finley swiped his tongue along the inside of his palm.
“That’s my good Toy.” Kage grabbed Finley’s dick and stroked to the rhythm of his finger moving in and out of Finley’s ass.
“Ahhh…” Finley vocalised his approval and Kage captured his mouth with his, swallowing the sounds. Sloppy, desperate, and hot as fuck, Finley kissed like it was the last day of his life, while Kage worked on making him a needy mess.
Kage broke the kiss and pulled his finger out so he could kneel on the rough cobblestones. His leg was protesting already, but he ignored the discomfort in favour of listening to Finley’s ragged breathing.
He spit on his middle finger and reached between Finley’s legs to slide it where it belonged. Looking up, he met Finley’s gaze, unwavering and focused on Kage as if he were a lifeline.
“That’smycunt, understood?” Kage fingered it as he resumed stroking Finley’s cock.
“Fuck, yes. Yes,Sir.”
Fucking hell, Kage had never been so desperate to own someone completely. “Say my name.”
Finley’s cock twitched next to Kage’s face. “Yes, Kage. That’s your cunt.”
Holy shit, those words hit Kage like a wave of lust that went straight to his dick. Kage flattened the heel of his palm over it to release the tension. He didn’t look down, but he felt the precome dripping against his thigh. “And I’ll fuck it whenever I want.”
“Please.”
“Like right now.” Kage didn’t hide the challenge in his voice, wanting to check how far Finley was ready to go.
Finley moaned. “Someone could see us.”
“Possible.”
“We could get arrested.” As if on cue, the faint bustle of the people on the street was broken by a Police siren in the far distance.
“Yes, and?” Kage smirked, awaiting his Toy’s reaction.
“And I love it.”
Finley’s pink cheeks and stuttered breath showed how the thrill of being in public and the risk that came with it hit him as hard as it did Kage. Like two desperate teens unable to wait until they got home, they lost themselves in the moment. The light from the lantern barely illuminated them, but it was enough for Kage to see how Finley’s cock was drizzling precome onto the cobblestones. Kage refused to waste one more drop.
