He was hyperaware of the care Scar used when he touched him. The way his calloused hand slid across his jaw to the back of his neck to draw him closer.
The light scrape of his stubble against his upper lip was stimulating and warm, before he eased his tongue in, slow and careful, turning the kiss into something achingly tender.
He’d never been kissed by a man, and now that he had, a comforting balm spread through his chest, one that both steadied and stimulated him.
He was startled by how intimate it was, how close it put them.
He met Scar’s pace, tasting him, and enjoying the new sensation of affection that began to make him hungry for more.
But the kiss stayed light, almost restrained, as if Scar were testing a boundary he’d never respected before.
Scar’s other hand stayed at his waist, firm but not dominating, a hold that asked him to stay because he wanted to.
Scar could’ve taken, like he said he was used to. But instead, he was touching him as if he knew he wasn’t experienced at this…that he was untouched.
He’d built his life around restraint, saying no to easy hunger and sexual temptations, around believing his flesh didn’t get to lead. But, for Scar, he’d parted his lips on reflex.
Kissing the few girls from his father’s church whom he’d taken on arranged dates couldn’t compare to what he was feeling now. He’d only kissed them because they’d leaned in with expectation, and he didn’t want to make them feel rejected—but he hadn’t desired them.
With one kiss, Scar had him craving and shaken by how right it felt…everywhere.
Scar eased back, but stayed close enough for his breath to ghost over his skin.
“I’ve wanted this,” Scar said, low and reverent. “Longer than I wanna admit.”
“I didn’t think I was allowed to want this.” Gage swallowed, tightening his fingers over Scar’s shoulders. “But I do. I want it.”
Scar exhaled roughly. “Say it again.”
“I want you,” he whispered.
“Tell me what you want.” Scar brushed his lips, so light and warm along his jaw.
“Don’t make me say it,” he moaned.
Scar kissed a line down Gage’s throat before he paused and sucked hard over his pulse.
Oh God.
“Say it,” Scar demanded.
If he opened his mouth, he felt as if everything pooling beneath his belt would burst out in a confession.
His cock thudded with an intensity he didn’t know was possible, straining rock-hard against his briefs like a live wire pulsing with high voltage.
“I want you to make me feel good,” he moaned. “Just like this. All the time.”
Forever.
Scar kissed him again.
Still gentle, still restrained as he walked them until Gage’s back connected with the wall.
Scar canted his hips forward, and Gage felt the outline of Scar’s cock pressing hot and insistent against his own.
Scar guided him down to the mat and eased him onto his back.
He didn’t flinch when Scar’s fingers touched the arms of his glasses. His movements were slow and cautious as he pulled them off.
