Kane's lips still tingled with the taste of Lucas as he pulled away, his breath heavy and uneven. The dim light of the room cast shadows over their flushed skin, the atmosphere thick with the remnants of their heated exchange. Kane's eyes, dark and filled with unspoken promises, locked onto Lucas's as he slid one arm beneath Lucas's knees and the other around his back.
Without a word, Kane lifted him effortlessly, cradling Lucas against his chest. Lucas's head rested against Kane's shoulder, the scent of him—something dark and intoxicating—filling his senses. He didn't resist, allowing himself to be carried, the adrenaline and strangely strong alcohol made him light-headed, almost dreamlike.
Kane moved with purpose, navigating through the dimly lit hallway. The house was eerily quiet, the only sound the faint creak of the floorboards beneath their feet. The further they went, the more the silence pressed in, making Lucas acutely aware of the intimacy of the moment.
When they reached the bedroom, Kane nudged the door open with his foot, revealing a space that was stark and minimalistic. The room was dominated by a large, dark bed, its sheets neatly made, contrasting against the otherwise empty surroundings. The curtains were drawn, keeping the room in near-complete darkness except for the sliver of moonlight that managed to seep through, casting a faint glow over the bed.
Kane set Lucas down gently on the edge of the bed, his hands lingering as if reluctant to let go. Lucas looked up at him, his eyes still hazy with the heady mix of desire and alcohol, trying to steady his breathing. Kane's gaze softened for a moment, a rare vulnerability flickering in his eyes before it was quickly replaced by something more intense, more predatory.
Kane knelt in front of Lucas, his hands resting on Lucas's thighs, his touch firm but not forceful. He leaned in close, their foreheads almost touching, his voice a low murmur that seemed to vibrate through the air. "You're not going anywhere, Lucas," Kane said, his words more a statement than a question. "You're mine tonight."
Lucas felt a shiver run down his spine at Kane's tone. There was a finality to his words, as if Kane was laying claim to something he'd always believed belonged to him. And in that moment, Lucas didn't want to argue. He could feel the pull of Kane's dominance, the power he exuded that both terrified and thrilled him.
Kane's hands slid up, pushing Lucas onto the bed until he was lying down, his body sinking into the cool sheets. Kane hovered over him, his lips brushing against Lucas's, teasing, before he pulled back just enough to look into Lucas's eyes.
Without waiting , Kane's lips descended on Lucas's again, the kiss slow and deliberate, filled with a hunger that spoke of possession and something deeper. His hands roamed over Lucas's body, his touch confident and demanding, as if mapping every inch of him. The tension between them was palpable, every movement, every breath, charged with the weight of what was to come.
Kane's hands slipped under the waistband of Lucas's pants, tugging them down with a slow, deliberate motion. The cool air against his skin made Lucas shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Kane's touch as he explored further, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake.A few more seconds and he took off Lucas shirt as well.
Lucas's mind spun, lost in the sensations, the feel of Kane's body pressing against his, the weight of his presence overwhelming in the best possible way. The line between pain and pleasure blurred as Kane continued to push him to the edge, his touch both rough and gentle, demanding and giving, until Lucas could think of nothing else but the way Kane made him feel.
Kane's mouth followed the path his hands had taken, lips tracing down Lucas's chest, his breath hot against his skin. He paused, his gaze locking with Lucas's as if silently asking permission before he continued. But Lucas didn't need to speak; the way his body arched toward Kane, the way his breath hitched in anticipation, was answer enough.
Kane reluctantly pulled away from Lucas's naked body, rising to his feet to take off his clothes. As he peeled off his shirt, Lucas couldn't help but admire Kane's muscular form, each defined muscle glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The sight made Lucas's mouth run dry, his pulse quickening with desire.
Unable to resist, Lucas reached down, his fingers brushing against Kane's belt. The sound of the buckle releasing echoed in the quiet room, a sharp contrast to the heavy tension between them. As Kane's jeans slid down his legs, Lucas paused, looking up at him with a mixture of anticipation and need, silently asking for permission to continue.
Kane nodded, his eyes dark with desire. Lucas hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Kane's boxers and pulled them down, revealing him completely. He felt his own breath catch in his throat as he took in the sight.
Driven by instinct, he leaned in and kissed Kane's erection gently. He felt Kane's hand in his hair, guiding him, and he took the cue, licking and exploring with a tentative curiosity that grew bolder with each gasp and moan from above.
Kane's hips began to move in rhythm with Lucas's mouth, and the sounds of their skin against each other filled the room.
But just as Lucas felt Kane's body tense, Kane's hand on his head tightened, and he gently pulled Lucas away. "Not yet," he whispered, his voice strained. He sat up, lifting Lucas's chin with his thumb.
With a surprisingly gentle touch, Kane's hand slid between Lucas's legs, his fingers grazing over him with a slow, deliberate motion. The sensation sent a shiver up Lucas's spine, his breath hitching as the tension built inside him. The contrast between Kane's rough, muscular form and the tenderness of his touch only heightened Lucas's arousal.
Kane's strokes were firm yet careful, each movement sending waves of pleasure through Lucas's body. Lucas felt his pulse quicken, his skin tingling with anticipation as Kane's touch grew more insistent. The intensity of his arousal left him breathless, his thoughts dissolving into a haze of desire as Kane continued, his gentle strokes driving Lucas to the edge.
Kane's eyes took in Lucas's naked form, his gaze lingering on the erection that jutted out from Lucas's body. He leaned in, his breath hot against Lucas's skin, and whispered, "I'm going to take care of you."
Before Lucas could fully comprehend what was happening, Kane had pushed him down again, so Lucas was now on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Kane's eyes searched his face, looking for any signs of fear or discomfort. Seeing none, he leaned down and kissed Lucas deeply, his tongue sliding against Lucas's as his hand slid down his body to his ass.
Kane pulled away from the kiss, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He brought his finger to Lucas's mouth. "Suck," he instructed, and Lucas obeyed, tasting the hint of himself on Kane's skin.
Kane watched Lucas intently, his own desire clear in his eyes. He withdrew his finger, now slick with saliva, and traced it down Lucas's body, teasing his hole. Lucas tensed, unsure of what to expect.
"Relax," Kane breathed, his voice soothing. He pushed the wet digit inside Lucas, and Lucas's eyes went wide with surprise. It was uncomfortable at first, but as Kane's finger moved, the discomfort gave way to something else—something warm and strange.
Kane's eyes never left Lucas's as he began to pump his finger in and out, stretching him gently. Lucas's breathing grew ragged, and he couldn't help but moan into the quiet. He felt vulnerable, exposed, but also... safe. Kane's touch was sure, his movements deliberate.
As Lucas grew accustomed to the feeling, Kane added a second finger, then a third. The sensation was intense, but Lucas found himself wanting more. His hips began to rock back into Kane's hand, urging him deeper.
Kane took his time, making sure Lucas was ready, savoring every moan and whimper. When Lucas was finally panting and begging, Kane leaned down and whispered, "Now, I'm going to fuck you."
Lucas nodded, his eyes glazed with lust. He felt Kane remove his fingers, and then the pressure of Kane's erection at his entrance. He took a deep breath, bracing himself.
Kane pushed in slowly, giving Lucas's body time to adjust. It burned, but the pain was quickly overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness, of being claimed in a way he never had been before. Lucas's eyes squeezed shut, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out.
As Kane began to move, Lucas's hips followed the rhythm, his body opening up to accept him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt—intimate, raw, and overwhelmingly powerful. He wrapped his arms around Kane's neck, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him.
Their bodies moved together, skin slick with sweat, the only sounds in the room their gasps and moans.
Kane began to move faster, his thrusts deeper, more insistent. Lucas matched his rhythm, their bodies merging into one. The room filled with the sound of their mingled breaths, the slap of flesh against flesh, the symphony of their desire.
"Kane!" Lucas gasped, his voice breaking. "Yes, right there!"
Kane growled in response, his pace increasing. The world narrowed down to the two of them, the only reality the intense, overwhelming pleasure coursing through them.
Kane's hands found Lucas's neck, his fingers encircling the delicate flesh with a gentle yet firm pressure. The sensation was both thrilling and slightly terrifying, adding an edge of danger to their passionate encounter. Lucas gasped, his eyes widening as Kane's control over him became more palpable.
With each thrust, Kane drove deeper into Lucas, his body pressing down on him, forcing him further into the mattress. The bed creaked under their combined weight, the sound mingling with their heavy breaths and moans of pleasure. Lucas felt pinned, yet liberated, his senses heightened by the intensity of Kane's actions.
The feeling of being dominated, yet cherished, surged through Lucas. He surrendered completely to Kane's will, his body responding instinctively to each powerful thrust. The room filled with the scent of their desire, the air thick with the heat of their bodies entwined.
"Look at me," Kane demanded, his voice rough with exertion.
Lucas met his gaze, his eyes glazed with passion. The connection between them was electric, a current that flowed from Kane's hand on his neck, through his body, and deep into Lucas's core. Each look, each touch, spoke volumes of their mutual need and trust.
Lucas's body tensed, his release building like a storm. Kane sensed it, his movements becoming even more frantic, pushing Lucas closer to the edge.
"Come for me," Kane commanded, his voice rough with exertion. "Let go."
With a strangled cry, Lucas did just that, his body convulsing as release crashed over him. Kane followed soon after, his own climax hitting him with equal force. They collapsed together, spent and satisfied, the aftermath of their passion enveloping them like a warm blanket.
For a long moment, they lay tangled together, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Kane pressed a gentle kiss to Lucas's forehead, his voice soft when he spoke.
"You okay?" he asked, concern mingling with satisfaction.
Lucas nodded, still catching his breath. "Yeah," he managed to say. "Just... wow."
Kane chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Yeah, 'wow' sums it up pretty well."
They lay in silence for a while, the room filled with the aftermath of their passion. Kane's hand traced lazy patterns on Lucas's skin, the simple touch comforting and reassuring.