He was on Gage immediately, clutching his waist, taking his mouth and kissing him as if he’d been starving for twenty straight days.
Gage met him with equal hunger as he hooked his fingers into his shirt and pulled him closer.
He licked and bit Gage’s cheeks, jaw, and throat with frantic affection.
Gage grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin on his neck, and he made a rough sound as he pulled him closer, sliding his hand under his damp shirt.
He wanted to sink into Gage so badly and live in his warmth, but his mind warned him not to be greedy or selfish, to slow down and do this right.
Gage was more than a fleeting moment or an urge to satisfy. Having sex with him wasn’t a line he wanted to cross the wrong way.
Scar forced himself to pull back before he lost it completely.
“We can do more of this later,” he rumbled, stroking Gage’s cheek with his thumb. “I’ve got a surprise I've been waiting to give you.”
Gage eased his hand toward Scar’s cock. “Is it this?”
Scar caught his wrist. “Fuck, you’re making this hard.”
Gage pressed his body closer, biting his bottom lip in a way that made Scar groan.
He couldn’t help leaning in and sucking on it, his control fraying more with each kiss.
Gage was a quick learner in every area, including this one. He listened to his body, no longer flinching away from what he wanted, and he was making it clear he wanted Scar’s dick. And that scared him.
He put his forehead to Gage’s and breathed.
“I liked training with you these past few weeks. You worked your ass off,” he said. “Everyone watches you in fascination, including me.”
Gage melted into him. “Thank you.”
“But I don’t just wanna get you in bed. I wanna get you out of this facility for a while and have some fun.”
Gage went still for a moment, and Scar wondered what the hell he’d said wrong.
“W-what? What is it?”
Gage lowered his head and his voice, not sounding as sure as he had a minute ago.
“Do I, um…arose you? I mean, do you think I won’t satisfy you…in bed?” Gage swallowed hard. “I know you’re pretty experienced…well, very experienced, and used to experienced partners. And I’m…I’m not really…”
Gage cheeks burned with color as he stumbled over his words appearing frustrated.
Scar’s chest tightened, hating that he’d made Gage doubt himself for even a second.
“No. I swear, what we’ve done so far has blown my mind more than anyone ever has,” he said. “Because you mean so much more to…”
Gage’s hands found his face, his jaw, before he slid his fingers into his hair with slow reverence.
His hair had been growing abnormally fast and too thick. He didn’t cut it because Gage loved the way it felt, because his hands in it made him feel as if a man as brutal as him could still experience a gentle touch.
They kissed one more time, slower, as he tried to pour into Gage the words he couldn’t speak aloud, hoping he understood.
He was falling hard and fast for Gage, and it wasn’t the kind of fall he would survive by pretending it didn’t exist.
“Let me take you out.”
He wanted to show Gage that he thought about him all the time, not just sexually, but also how to make him smile.
