“Som tvoj.” The words rang out clear and loud, Luka moving faster now, his breathing erratic.
I grabbed hold of him and rolled him onto his back, my cock slipping out of him for a moment before I speared it back inside him. Luka brought his legs up to wrap them around me, and we kissed, each thrust propelling me closer to the edge.
‘Take Me to Church’ filled the air, and the music and lyrics seemed to take everything I was feeling and amplify it. Luka’s eyes widened, his chest heaved, and he clung to me as we kissed, both of us riding a wave of pleasure.
And then he came, warmth spilling between us, his body jolted, mouth open, eyes impossibly huge. I claimed his lips, the intensity of the music burying the sounds that poured from us, taking every sensation, every thought in my head, and ramping them up until I couldn’t breathe, until he was all I could feel, all I could see, hear…
I drove my cock all the way home, and Luka’s breath caught as I came inside him. I kissed him, trembling as I pulsed into him, wanting to bury myself in him and never come out.
The music ended, and the room fell silent except for our ragged breaths.
I eased out of him and dealt with the condom. Then Luka lay curled against me, one hand spread over my chest directly above my heartbeat while I stroked my fingers slowly through his hair.
“Bože… Dean…”
I tipped his face toward mine and kissed his forehead, the words I’d been holding onto sittingright there, waiting.
Luka cupped my cheek, his eyes bright in the dim light.
“Volim te.”
I smiled. “I don’t know that one.”
His breath caught, but he said it again anyway, as if the words mattered too much not to repeat.
“Volim te.”
“Do I get a translation?”
For a second he just looked at me, then shifted closer, his forehead resting against mine.
“I said I love you.”
Everything inside me went still.
I kissed him slowly, my hand against his face. “I love you too,” I whispered.
His eyes closed, relief washing over him so openly it almost broke my heart.
My hand was on his neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath warm skin. I let out a quiet breath and tried the words carefully. “Volim te.”
Luka’s face changed. It wasn’t just a smile but something brighter, as if happiness had caught him off guard.
“That was good,” he murmured.
“So now do I get to learn what you said to me this morning? You said you’d tell me.”
His brow furrowed for a moment, confusion flickering across his face before memory returned. Then his expression grew tender.
“Ty si môj domar.”
The unfamiliar syllables settled between us.
I nodded. “That sounds like it. What does it mean?”
“It means...” Luka swallowed. “You are my home.”
For a moment I couldn’t speak.
