Dimri’s claws dug into Roque’s shoulders, not enough to hurt but enough to make his intentions clear.Roque was his, and he was making it clear.His tongue slid against Roque’s in a slow and deliberate move, teasing him with the promise of more.Roque groaned and slid his hands down to grip Dimri’s hips to pull him closer until there was no space left between them.
Thiswas what Roque wanted.He felt like he’d waited an eternity to get it, but he didn’t have to anymore.Dimri was in his arms, and if Roque had anything to say about it, he was never leaving them.
“You’re as impatient as always,” Dimri murmured against Roque’s lips.His claws trailed down Roque’s back, making him shiver.“I was just enjoying the view.”
“The view’s better in here,” Roque shot back, nipping at Dimri’s lower lip.He could feel the heat that had been building between them finally reaching its tipping point.He’d waited too long for this.They both had.
Dimri chuckled.His hands moved to Roque’s chest, pushing him back just enough to help him out of his shirt.Dimri’s gaze raked over Roque’s bare torso, his gaze lingering on the scars that crisscrossed his red skin.“Beautiful,” he murmured, tracing one with the tip of a claw.
Roque shuddered at the contact, his breath hitching.No one had ever called him beautiful, but he believed Dimri when he said it.He wouldn’t lie to him.
He reached for the hem of Dimri’s shirt, tugging it off with a groan of frustration when it didn’t move fast enough and got stuck at Dimri’s armpits.The sight of Dimri’s bare chest stole the air from Roque’s lungs.He wanted to touch, but he also desperately wanted to stare, and he didn’t know where to start.
He kissed Dimri again, harder this time, touching every inch of Dimri’s body he could get to.Dimri’s slender fingers found their way to Roque’s waistband, undoing the clasp and sliding the pants down his hips.
The cold air hit Roque’s skin, but it was nothing next to the heat pooling in his groin.He stepped to the side and kicked his pants away, then reached for Dimri’s.
Dimri lifted an eyebrow, smirking as he let Roque undress him without arguing.His pants joined Roque’s somewhere on the floor, then his underwear.Roque added his, too, and there was finally nothing left between them—no clothes, no war, no distractions.They could finally give in to the pull that had been growing between them.
Roque’s breath caught as he took in the sight of Dimri fully naked.His frame was lean but strong, built for both grace and power.Roque reached out to brush his fingers against Dimri’s hip, and he felt a jolt of arousal when Dimri’s cock twitched in answer.
“You’re staring,” Dimri said softly, sounding amused.There was something else there, too.He sounded vulnerable, and that wasn’t something he allowed many people to see.It made Roque want to protect him and to make sure he never doubted how much Roque wanted him.
“Can’t help it,” Roque admitted, his hand sliding up Dimri’s side to cup his jaw.“You’re breathtaking.”
Dimri’s lips curved into a smile, but before he could respond, Roque dropped to his knees.Dimri’s sharp intake of breath made Roque smile before he closed his lips around the head of his cock.
He was hot and heavy on Roque’s tongue, and his taste was intoxicating.Roque moaned and ran his tongue along the length as he took him deeper.Dimri’s fingers tangled in Roque’s hair, tugging just hard enough to send a shiver of pleasure down his spine.
“Fuck,” Dimri breathed out.His hips jerked forward, and Roque let him set the pace, taking him as deep as he could.The sounds spilling from Dimri’s lips spurred Roque on.He wanted more.He wanted to feel and hear Dimri fall apart.
When he eventually pulled back for air, Dimri hauled him to his feet and kissed him.There was a desperation in it that Roque also felt.He needed more.They both did.
“Get in bed,” Dimri said against Roque’s lips, and Roque didn’t need to be told twice.
They stumbled toward it, their bodies pressed together, their hands roaming and exploring even though they’d have all the time in the world to do so now that the war was over.When the backs of Roque’s knees hit the mattress, Dimri pushed him down, climbing over him with a grace and ease that made Roque’s blood sing.
Dimri kissed Roque’s neck.His claws traced patterns down Roque’s chest, leaving faint scratches that made Roque arch into the touch.The pain and pleasure mingled, but they weren’t enough.
“You’ve been driving me nuts,” Dimri murmured.“This is all I can think about every time I see you.I can’t believe I finally get to have it.”
He ground his hips against Roque’s, their cocks pressing together in a way that made Roque gasp.“You do,” he managed to say.He wished Dimri would do more about it, though.Hewasimpatient.
Dimri laughed softly.He reached for the bottle of oil Roque had left on the nightstand, slicking his fingers before pressing one against Roque’s entrance when Roque opened his legs for him.The first touch made Roque tense for a moment—he didn’t often trust people enough to let them do this—but then Dimri was kissing him again, slow and deep, and he relaxed.
The stretch burned, but it was a good burn, the kind that made Roque want more and wonder why he didn’t do this more often.He clutched at Dimri’s shoulders, gasping and moaning as Dimri worked him open with patient ease.By the time a second finger joined the first, Roque was writhing, desperate for more.
“Please,” he gasped, his nails digging into Dimri’s back.
Dimri smiled down at him, his white eyes gleaming with affection.He withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at Roque’s entrance, teasing him with the tip of his cock.“You ready?”he asked.“I can continue using my fingers if you’re not.”
Roque didn’t answer with words because he wasn’t sure he could speak right now.He wrapped his legs around Dimri’s waist and pulled him closer.His cock pressed against Roque’s hole, and Roque forced himself to relax.He knew it’d hurt, but only for a moment, and when it stopped, he’d be in heaven.
The sensation of being filled was overwhelming in the best way possible.The burning sensation vanished soon enough, leaving him feeling stretched open and whole in a way he hadn’t known he needed.
Dimri groaned and pressed his forehead against Roque’s as he pushed himself fully into Roque’s body.For a moment, they stayed still, their breaths mingling as they adjusted to each other.Then Dimri pulled back and thrust in again, and Roque cried out.
The rhythm they found was rough and unrelenting—impatient, like Roque so often was.He felt smug at the thought of having managed to get Dimri to feel the same way.
