This time, he was the one to lean in. The kiss sealed their new deal, lips meeting with a quiet promise. When their tongues brushed softly, Ehlian melted against Hayce. It felt like he was feeling him for the first time. No walls, no rules, no hierarchy. Just them, with a new beginning. The prison had only laid the foundation of whatever they were becoming.
Hayce knelt between Ehlian’s legs, bending him backwards until his back met the blanket. Shoes thudded to the floor, and then Hayce was there with him, leaning over, peppering kisses over his bond point.
“Did you see him again?”
Ehlian frowned. “Who?”
Grabbing the hem of Ehlian’s shirt, Hayce pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. “Your soft alpha.”
“Not since that night.”
“Good.” He unbuckled Ehlian’s trousers and eased them down his legs. “You’ll break up with him.”
“Hayce, we went on three dates,” Ehlian said, kicking away the trousers once they were off. “We aren’t in a relationship.”
Hayce’s mouth closed over his bond point again—less gentle this time, claiming, marking him with his power. The fine waves rippled through the sensitive skin, sparking low in Ehlian’s core.
“You tell him.” Hayce demanded.
“Okay,” Ehlian whispered, his voice hitching. “I’ll tell him.”
They kissed deeply, quiet sighs and the sound of lips meeting filling the air, despite the urgency coiling in Ehlian’s groin, throbbing between his legs. It had been so long.
“Missed you,” Hayce whispered against Ehlian’s chest after breaking the kiss, his lips travelling lower. The words seared into Ehlian’s skin, melting away the last remnants of his anger.
Ehlian let out a quiet laugh when Hayce reached the sensitive, ticklish spot on his belly.
“Missed you too,” Hayce teased.
“Leave it alone,” Ehlian said, his voice laced with a smile.
Hayce pressed another lingering kiss over the spot. “Never,” he murmured.
The smile slipped from Ehlian’s face when Hayce’s fingers tightened around the waistband of his underwear and slowly tugged it down over the curve of his cheeks, sliding it lower across his thighs.
Ehlian lifted his ankles just enough for Hayce to pull the garment free and toss it aside.
Crossing Ehlian’s wrists, Hayce placed them over his head. “Keep them there.”
Ehlian barley had a chance to nod, a quiet sound catching in his throat when Hayce spread his legs and pushed them towards his chest. His hands skimmed over Ehlian’s round cheeks, parting them with his thumbs.
For a moment everything was still—then the flat of Hayce’s tongue dragged across his entrance. A soft and helpless moan broke free as Hayce circled the tight muscles, jolting every dormant nerve ending awake. Ehlian had missed this, the way Hayce spoiled him with pleasure. Back then, it used to warm the cell, letting him forget the grimness of prison for a while… sometimes even that he was in one at all.
He gasped when Hayce’s tongue pressed inside, the thrusts slow, measured. Ehlian pushed back against him, urging him togo faster, but it was no use. The pace stayed languid, unhurried, soft sucks and teasing licks igniting his nerves with just enough pressure, but never quite enough.
Unable to bear it, Ehlian reached down—
“Keep your hands there.” Hayce’s warning came low, lips brushing hot over his slick entrance before resuming their steady strokes. Ehlian’s body shivered under the order and every deliberate touch, his legs spreading wider on instinct, surrendering to Hayce’s control.
His chest heaved uncontrollably by the time Hayce’s lips tore away from his hole, placing one last kiss on his trembling thigh.
Hayce still looked impossibly composed, his hair perfect and suit immaculate. Only the deep rise and fall of his chest betrayed him.
He began shrugging off his suit jacket—
“Leave it on,” Ehlian whispered.
Hayce froze mid-movement, then let the jacket fall back into place across his shoulders.
