Sage slowed just enough to catch his eye.
Green eyes locked on him.
Law held it.
“No regrets,” Sage murmured.
“None whatsoever.”
The corner of Sage’s mouth lifted, quick and sharp, and Law felt something low and quiet move through his chest. He released a breath that edged into a low chuckle, already shifting as he dropped back onto the edge of the bed and reached for him—
only for Sage to move first.
He came up in one smooth motion, climbing him without breaking contact, hands bracing, weight settling in as his thighs locked around Law’s hips, close and deliberate in a way that left no question about intent.
His breath caught as Sage settled over him, not taking anything yet, just pressing in—heat. His hands came up, steadying him.
Sage stayed right there, close enough that there wasn’t any space left. The contact held, didn’t rush, and Law felt it settle into something deeper, still in Sage’s hands.
Law stood.
Not abrupt.
Not enough to break the contact.
Just a steady shift of weight as he rose, hands finding Sage’s rounded ass automatically, anchoring him as Sage stayed locked around him without hesitation, legs tightening in instinct.
Law stood with him like that, taking the weight without strain, adjusting once to keep it balanced and close as he turned them toward the bathroom.
He only broke stride long enough to reach for his bag on the chair, fingers finding what he needed without looking before moving again.
Sage didn’t question it.
Didn’t loosen his hold—arms and legs locked around him, tight and deliberate.
The tile hit cooler underfoot as they crossed the threshold, light sharper here, reflecting instead of absorbing, and Law stepped into it without slowing, one hand sliding along Sage’s back to steady him as he reached in with the other and turned the water on.
It came on fast—sharp at first, then evening out into steady heat—and Law didn’t step away from it, didn’t break contact to adjust anything beyond what was necessary, just shifted them both forward into the spray as it warmed.
Water slid across his shoulders, then down between them, changing the feel of everything—slicker, hotter, less resistance and more glide—and Law felt the difference immediately in the way Sage’s grip adjusted, the way his body moved against his instead of catching.
He held him there through it, both hands cupping Sage’s ass, keeping him steady.
And Sage stayed right there with him.
Water hit before the heat settled, sliding over them in a rush that should have broken the moment and didn’t.
Sage slid his legs to the floor, looking his fill. Law’s cock stood thick and hard between them, echoing the state of his own. Unwilling to wait another moment, he grabbed the soap, moved closer, and rubbed his mouth over Law’s naked, wet shoulders.
Sage ran soapy hands down until he could close one hand around Law’s thick cock.
Law hissed, and his hips bucked. When the man’s head tipped down, Sage lifted on his feet and pushed into the kiss. Laving his tongue between Law’s lips, biting at his mouth.
Law groaned and took the soap, taking over, washing and rinsing them both, drawing a whimper from his throat when the man left his dick leaking.
“Come ’ere,” Law muttered and cupped his ass, lifting him, pulling his thighs around his hips.
Sage locked his arms and legs again, his body already moving as the temperature shifted, the sound of the spray filling the space around them while everything else narrowed again to contact—heat, pressure, the steady presence of Law holding him pressed to the tile like he weighed nothing.
