“No! Because you’ll pass and I’ll getfeelings!”
I grin and pull him closer, pressing a kiss into his curls. “Good.”
He sniffs dramatically. “I didn’t say Ihatethe feelings.”
I run a hand down his back, slow and easy, until I feel him melt again. His weight presses into me, head on my shoulder now, breath evening out like he’s coming down from something bigger than sex. And maybe he is. He’s always been like this after—soft,not quiet. Just full of skin and heat and feelings he doesn’t want to name.
But if he gets to ask questions…So do I. “Where were we the first time you saw me naked?”
He jerks. “What?!”
I smirk. “You heard me, pup.”
“I—” He sputters. “That’s not fair.”
“It’s your game.”
He groans like I just pulled his soul out through his toes. “Fine,” he mumbles into my skin. “Locker room. Shower. First day on the Reapers. You were… fuck,you were so hot.I was trying not to look but you were justthere,all six-foot-something of broody captain energy, water running down your abs like a fucking Gatorade commercial—”
I’m chuckling now when Elias slaps my chest. “Shut up.”
“Next one,” I say, voice dropping. “What’s my favorite sound you make?”
He freezes. Slowly lifts his head. His ears are already pink. “You know it.”
I nod once. “Say it.”
He covers his face with one hand, voice muffled and tragic. “When I beg. In that whiny voice.”
My cock twitches, already half-hard again. I grin, slow and satisfied. “That little broken noise you make when you’re trying to sass me and come at the same time? When your lip wobbles and you forget what you were saying halfway through because I don’t let you finish?”
“Damian,” he groans, face going fully red.
“Mmm. That one too.”
He throws his arm over his eyes like it might save him from spontaneous combustion.
“And last one,” I add, calm as sin, “since we’re playing.”
“No—wait—”
“What’s the one thing that makes me come faster than anything else?”
He tries not to answer. He really does. But I feel it anyway—the twitch of his hips, the hitch in his breath—and when he finally speaks, his voice is barely there. “When I’m a brat.”
I hum. “Be more specific.”
“When I’m a massive brat,” he mutters, “and then drop to my knees without being told.”
I close my eyes and sigh like he’s just recited scripture. “Exactly.”
He’s quiet for a beat. Then he rolls onto me, all sharp intent and faux outrage, like he’s about to declare war. “Okay, your turn,” he hisses. “Pop quiz, Kade. Let’s see if you remember the exact brand of the lube Cole packed.”
I blink. “…I do.”
Elias gasps like I’ve committed a felony. “You pervert!”
It starts with a dare, because of course it does, because we’re drunk—or I’m drunk, and Damian’s just tipsy and trying to wrangle me like he always is—and the moon is bright, the stars are out, and the infinity pool is right there, glowing blue like a goddamn dream. We’ve got no neighbors close enough to care, no witnesses but the night and whatever bad ideas are already forming in my head, so really, this was inevitable.
