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“I’m not going to last,” he said again, and this time the words came out broken.
Daven eased back just enough to look up at him, eyes dark and satisfied. “You weren’t supposed to.”
Then he took him deep again, suckling hard, and Ryneth broke.
Pleasure hit hard enough to tear a cry out of him. His whole body went taut, then bucked under Daven’s hands as he came down Daven’s throat in hot, pulsing waves. Static snapped blue across the sheets. His toes curled. His fingers clenched in Daven’s hair while he moaned through it, riding out every pulse while Daven drank him down.
By the time it passed, he was trembling so badly he could barely hold himself up. He slumped forward with a breathless sound while the last of it worked through him.
Daven kept him there, one hand steady at his waist, the other smoothing once over his back while Ryneth tried to remember how to breathe.
When he finally lifted his head, his lips were wet, his face flushed, and his whole body still felt loose and wrecked in the best way.
Daven smacked his lips once, slow and satisfied. “Mm. Good morning.”
Ryneth let out a hoarse little laugh, still trying to catch his breath. “So you’re not thirsty anymore?”
Daven’s mouth curved. “Not even a little.”
Ryneth groaned. “Good Light.”
Daven caught him by the waist and guided him down beside him instead, settling Ryneth against his chest with one arm heavy around him. For a moment, neither of them said anything. The room had gone quiet again. Somewhere out in the apartment, low music drifted in from the kitchen.
Ryneth stayed there, breathing hard, his head still a little fuzzy from the orgasm, body loose and oversensitive in Daven’s arms. He liked this too much. The weight of Daven around him. The heat of his chest against his cheek. The dangerous comfort of it.
Daven reached for the coffee, took a sip, then passed the other cup over without a word. They sat there for another minute, quiet, half tangled in the sheets, the morning settling around them.
Then Daven set his cup aside, gave Ryneth’s forearm a slow squeeze, and looked down at him. “Come on, baby,” he said, mouth curving. “You ready? Let’s take a shower.”
Ryneth followed him into the bathroom, still loose in the limbs, still dazed. The heated stone was warm under his feet. Daven thumbed the controls and the wall jets came alive, hot water striking tile in hard streams.
They stepped under the spray together. Water ran down Daven’s chest, over his stomach, and lower. Ryneth’s gaze dropped. Daven was still hard.
Daven caught him looking and smiled. “What?”
Ryneth reached for the bottle on the shelf instead.
Daven’s brows lifted. “Baby?”
Ryneth slicked his fingers, held Daven’s stare, and stepped closer. “You haven’t had your good morning yet.”
Daven just looked at him. Then something changed in his face. “Ryneth.”
Ryneth only pushed him back toward the built-in seat under the side jets. “Sit.”
Daven let out a rough breath, still watching him like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, then sat. Water ran over both of them while Ryneth stepped in close, slow on purpose.
He kept Daven’s gaze while he opened himself with slick fingers, one, then two, going still when the stretch pulled through him. Daven’s jaw tightened. His hands braced on the edge of the bench.
“Look at you,” Daven said, voice rough under the spray. “Come here and do it properly.”
Ryneth straddled him, knees pressing into the bench on either side of Daven’s hips. He gripped Daven’s shoulders and lowered himself onto him slowly, gasping when Daven filled him. Daven’s hands landed hard on his hips at once, holding him steady while Ryneth took the rest of him.
For one second, neither of them moved. Then Ryneth rolled his hips.
Daven swore under his breath. His grip tightened. “Fuck.”
Ryneth moved again, slow at first, then harder, riding him under the hot spray while Daven watched him with pupils blown wide. Water ran over both of them, over Daven’s hands locked on his hips, over Ryneth’s chest and stomach while the friction built fast and dirty between them.
