“Tell me you like this?” Scar licked a searing path across Gage’s lips.
“I like it,” he whispered.
“Tell me you want more?”
Gage thrust his hips upward.
Scar traced a slow path down his throat, licking him in unhurried strokes.
When his mouth latched onto his nipple and sucked, a jolt shot through him so powerful it made the dark behind his eyes flare white.
His moan was raw and desperate, but it felt too good to give a damn.
He was on the edge and knew he didn’t have long before he came in his pants.
“Scar…I’m…I’m…”
Scar let go of his wrists and reached into the waistband of his lounge pants before dragging them down his thighs.
Scar captured his mouth in a hungry kiss, thrusting his tongue inside while he gripped both of their shafts, snapping his pelvis forward.
The vulgar drag of skin on skin made him damn near delirious.
He could feel the veins of Scar’s thick cock pulsing along his own length, the pressure building a fire in his groin that spread through him like wildfire.
“You feel that? That’s all for you,” Scar groaned.
The intense pressure made him writhe and buck under Scar’s weight, as he pumped faster, his grip tight and firm, sliding from base to head with each pull, the lewd sounds of their damp flesh filling the room.
Gage shook, his entire body tensing so hard he began to fear his own climax.
This was ten times hotter, stronger, more intense than what they’d done before.
Gage caught Scar’s face in both hands before slipping his fingers into his long, wet hair. He held on tight as if it were the only thing keeping him together.
His and Scar’s cocks throbbed together, slick with an excessive amount of pre-cum that made each grind smoother, hotter, and just more, until it was too much.
He let out a sharp cry, slamming his head back into the pillow as the tension coiled tight in his belly, and his balls drew up tight.
“That’s it, sexy,” Scar murmured against my ear. “I could spend all night watching you come apart.”
Scar shifted his weight and changed the angle of his hips. His rhythm was faster, relentless, his cock pulsing hard in Scar’s grasp.
A cracked, breathless sound tore from his chest as hot spurts of cum flooded warm between them, uncontrollable lust slamming into him again and again.
Scar didn’t stop stroking through Gage’s release, his hand even more tight and wet, until his own cock jerked and thick ropes of Scar’s seed spread over his stomach.
Scar collapsed onto him, his grip loosening, their cocks still pressed together and twitching in the aftermath.
Scar cleaned them up, then got back in bed—still naked—and pulled him tight into his side.
In the dark, with the building quiet and the War Room far away, he stayed wrapped around Scar, touching, kissing lazily, learning and breathing each other in, until his body finally stopped vibrating.
White Ravens
Scar
Inside their training arena, Scar stood behind Gage, reset into the same starting position they’d been practicing for nearly three weeks.
