He gripped the back of Gage’s knee and lifted it, propping his heel on the bench to spread him wider, exposing that virgin territory.
Oh fuck. Scar squeezed the base of his own dick.
The sight of it—pink, tight, untouched—sent a primal surge straight to his balls.
Possessiveness gnawed at him like a beast—take it, stretch it, claim it, and make it his.
Not yet.
The restraint heightened his desire.
He worked Gage down his throat as he reached for more soap to slick his middle finger.
“Scar,” Gage panted.
He circled and massaged the entrance before he pressed inside to the first knuckle.
Gage shattered instantly, convulsing as he shot hot spurts against the back of Scar’s throat.
“Scar!” he cried on a broken sob, head thrown back against the wall, neck corded with tension as ecstasy tore through him.
Scar swallowed greedily, milking every drop with slow, thorough strokes. He didn’t stop until Gage’s gasps turned to overstimulated grunts, as he tried to get away even as he clutched Scar closer.
When he was good and done with him, Scar stood and stared down at his satisfied lover—chest heaving, his eyes glazed and shining like a thin layer of ice.
His own cock jutted out hard and aching, veins pulsing only inches from Gage’s kiss-swollen lips.
Gage clutched Scar’s hips and pulled him forward.
He held Gage’s cheek as he brushed his lips against the tip of his cock with a feather-soft contact that almost made him double over.
Scar was breathing hard at the sight of his pre-cum slicking Gage’s lower lip, but more so at his tentative exploring.
His dick throbbed with insistent need, every nerve blazing. He cupped Gage’s chin gently, grazing his thumb along his pretty mouth.
“Damn, you’re fuckin’ sexy as hell,” he moaned as he fisted his shaft and dragged it across Gage’s soft lips.
Gage parted wider, ghosting a soft exhale over his sensitive head before he peeked his pink tongue out.
Scar tensed in anticipation.
Gage lapped at his slit shyly, so vulnerable and erotic, driving him crazy. It felt amazing, but the visual was too much.
His orgasm crested like a tsunami, balls drawing up tight, fire pooling low.
With a harsh groan, he tangled his hand in Gage’s hair, pulling his head back to expose the long, elegant line of his throat.
Scar jerked himself with tight, desperate pulls, once, twice, three times, before his release slammed into him like nothing he’d felt before, until his vision blurred.
The power of it, the intense love for his partner intertwined with raw need—as he came all over Gage’s throat—left him reeling until the last shudders of his orgasm stopped.
They moved from the shower in a sex-drunk haze, stumbling naked and dripping onto the villa floor, as the night air sent chills across his skin.
He collapsed onto the king-sized bed and pulled Gage on top of him, settling his head on his chest.
He wrapped one arm around his waist while stroking the other through his hair until the strands began to dry.
As Gage drifted off, Scar lay awake, savoring Gage’s weight and the way his heart beat steadily against his own. He stared at the ring glinting on his finger in the moonlight and let it all sink in.
