Their mouths met in a kiss that started soft, lips gliding together, noses brushing.
Scar angled his head, tracing his tongue along Gage’s lower lip before slipping inside.
Gage clutched his shoulders and pulled him tighter.
Scar lost himself in the wet slide and shared breaths. The way Gage tasted clean and innocent—it was a sacredness only he’d been allowed to enjoy.
Minutes stretched as their kisses got hungrier.
Scar broke away, trailing his mouth lower, licking a long path along Gage’s throat, nipping at his rapid pulse.
Scar moved farther down and bathed one nipple with the flat of his tongue, then the other, until they were hard peaks.
Gage arched and threaded his fingers through his hair that he’d washed, blow-dried, and let hang loose just for him. Gage tugged on it, spreading his legs wider.
He savored the inside of his thighs, grazing his teeth over the soft flesh.
Scar rubbed his stubble up and down Gage’s shaft, before he took the head in his mouth, and sucked slow and strong, rolling his tongue around the head.
“Your cock’s leaking for me already.”
Gage lifted his hips when he hollowed his cheeks and swallowed him until his noise was buried in his pubic hairs.
A raw moan tore from Gage, which only fueled Scar on, as he worked him harder.
He pulled off nosily and tongued Gage’s balls before lifting one of his legs and resting his calf on his shoulder.
His nipped at Gage’s hole, circling the puckered ring before pressing inside.
Gage gasped, body tensing then melting as Scar slicked him good, thrusting his tongue deeper.
“You taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he hummed as he eased his finger alongside his tongue.
Gage clenched tight around it, a needy whine escaping him.
Scar already possessed Gage’s heart. Tonight, he’d own his body.
Gage
Gage listened as Scar grabbed the lube he’d placed on the nightstand and flicked the cap open—the sound making his pulse spike.
Scar’s hot palm never left his cock, stroking with shallow pulls that he synced with the warm laps of his tongue against his hole.
He slid the first finger alongside his insistent tongue, and it felt so good he almost cursed.
The stretch was different but welcome. His body pushed back, but he exhaled and relaxed his muscles.
“That’s it, baby.” Scar pressed in a little more. “Open up for me.”
Scar sucked on the head of his dick as he eased in a second finger.
Gage’s legs shook, not from discomfort, but from overstimulation. He never thought it’d feel this good, this right.
Scar opened him bit by bit, love infused in every twist and press. And then he hit the spot Mirage had told him about, and he almost leapt off the bed.
“You like that?” Scar whispered against his sack, his voice so gritty and husky it vibrated his shaft.
“Yes,” he swallowed, eyes closed tight.
