The flush on his cheeks travels down his neck and over his porcelain torso, and when he’s finally able to open his eyes and look at me, I’m hit with a wave of emotion at how beautiful he is. It’s like looking at the most incredible work of art to ever decorate the walls of a museum, and suddenly, I can understand what it must be like for an artist to find their muse. If I had the ability to capture this moment for eternity on canvas, I’d have painted thousands of versions of this scene by now. I’m almost tempted to grab my phone to take a picture.Almost.
“God, you feel so good,” I say, knowing the words are too plain to fully describe it.
“You’re so deep.” Luke sighs dreamily. “I’ve never felt so full.”
I trace my fingers across his stomach, over the little inked sparrows, and along the bones of his hips. He lets his eyes flutter closed, the muscles beneath my touch constricting with the sensation. I spot the corner of the bruise on his side under his ribcage and feel my face drop into a frown. The idea that someone is actively hurting him fills my soul with rage, but it also sparks the burning ember of possessiveness, giving me a primal need to stake my claim on him in a way I’ve never felt before—to let everyone know that he’smine.
With a forceful tug of his wrist, I pull Luke down to me, needing him closer, and we both gasp as the motion stirs something where we’re connected. Luke kisses me, tangling his hands in my hair at the root, sending a shiver down my spine. And when he slowly starts rocking his hips back and forth, I don’t have control of the breathy moan that escapes my lips.
He starts slow, pulling up so that only the tip of my cock is inside him before pushing all the way down until he’s fullyseated. He does this over and over, taking exactly what he needs from me, torturously, sensuously, until I can feel myself losing restraint with each long pull. Luke gasps and moans with every motion as it hits the right spot, the sounds driving me wild as he takes his pleasure exactly how he wants it.
“Ethan,” he says at one point, and the way he sighs my name has me twitching. “I need you to fuck me hard.Please.”
“With pleasure,” I growl.
Keeping the same position, I take over, driving my cock in and out of Luke while he steadies himself with his hands on my knees. He begins to cry out helplessly, breathlessly, gripping me for dear life as I take him with wild abandon. He’s nearly delirious with pleasure, begging for me to keep going, to hit that spot again, and I’m eager to obey.
When my back tires from the motion, Luke takes the liberty to flip us over, lying on his stomach, back arched, ass up, and buries his face in the pillow as I bury myself to the hilt inside him. For the next few minutes, there’s nothing but the sound of skin slapping against skin, groans of pleasure, and Luke’s breathless moans. I run my fingers along his spine, pulling his hips back against me as far as they’ll go, reaching underneath him to stroke his throbbing cock.
“Don’t stop,” Luke begs deliriously, gripping the sheets beneath him. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m so close,” I manage to say in a gasp, feeling the inevitable orgasm right around the corner. There’s no holding it back as it rips through me, swirling through my lower back and expanding to the top of my skull and down to my toes in a rolling wave of ecstasy.
And as I feel myself coming, the warm, sticky fluid filling Luke to the brim, it topples his pleasure over the edge, and he cries out in a loud and violent moan as he spills his load all over the bed beneath him. His whole body shakes under mine, aftershocksof pleasure moving through him, and he lies breathless and unbothered in his mess, too weak to move. Pulling myself free, my own mess trickling between his legs, I collapse on the bed behind him, utterly spent.
I drag him back against my chest and bury my face in the crook of his neck, kissing the soft spot of his collarbone and nuzzling my head against his. He chuckles softly as my beard tickles the delicate skin, but he reaches back for me, holding me closer.
“What’s your name, baby?” I tease, our old inside joke coming to mind.
Luke laughs breathlessly. “Whatever you want it to be,” he murmurs, closing his eyes and relaxing within the comfort of my embrace. I listen as his breathing slows, and he drifts to sleep, completely at peace.
With the sun's warmth enveloping us in all its glory, my body grows comfortably heavy. Drifting to the edge of sleep, I can’t help but think I might be willing to give up everything if it meant I could stay like this with Luke forever.
With nothing requiring us to get out of bed—we are on vacation, after all—we spend most of the morning lazily touching and kissing each other, going in for more rounds of indulgence until we’re depleted and in desperate need of real food. Then, we get up and shower together in the apartment’s tiny bathroom, using the intimacy of the cramped space to have a little more fun before all the hot water runs out.
Keeping my hands to myself is nearly impossible, and I’m craving him like some horny teenager, but Luke relishes the attention. I haven’t felt this turned on and eager for sex since I was in my early twenties, and it feels a little juvenile to give intothe desires, but I can’t deny how alive it makes me feel. It’s the first time I’ve felt so young and carefree in a long time.
However, in my desperation to be with Luke as much as possible, I have entirely forgotten that he doesn’t live here alone. When we finally emerge and join the rest of his roommates in the living room, there’s some definite side-eye and cheesy grinning turned our way, and I realize they all knowexactlywhat we were doing. I guess the walls in this place might not be as thick as I’d hoped.
“Some people have all the luck,” Rei grumbles into their coffee cup, mumbling about the various injustices of life while Star and Dmitry snicker on the sidelines.
Luke doesn’t seem embarrassed to have been heard in all our glory. Instead, he winks at Rei, sending them even further into a jealous tizzy, before sitting on the couch with a satisfied sigh. I, on the other hand, need a moment to let the blush on my cheeks settle before I can face any of them again, so I head into the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee.
But I can still hear how the others joke and tease with Luke about our escapades. They try to whisper, but the space is so small, it’s impossible not to listen as they gush about me like they’ve never encountered someone of my kind before—like I’m a different species altogether. They’re obsessed with my stamina, physical build, and, according to Rei, plump little chipmunk cheeks… I can’t tell if they mean my face or my ass. Maybe both. Then, Dmitry starts raving about how I carried Luke to bed last night, and I can tell he’s incredibly impressed.
“When I tell you, my jaw dropped,” he says. “The man fuckingprincesscarriedyou to bed like the dainty heroine in all my romantic fantasies. He’s agod.”
I can’t help but snort at the description. No one’s ever referred to me quite likethatbefore. With my laugh,Luke catches on tothe fact that I’ve heard all of this nonsense and gives me a quick grin before dropping into a blatant act of disbelief.
“That’s not fair!” he whines, standing up from the couch. “You’re not allowed to just sweep me off my feet like that when I’munconscious.Do it again!”
Then, without further warning, Luke leaps around the couch and darts across the tiny space, straight for me in the kitchen. I only have enough time to set my very full coffee cup down on the counter behind me before Luke leaps up and throws himself at me with all the trust a 6’7”, 220lb man should not have when performing such a stunt. And yet, I catch him easily, scooping him up and holding him in my arms bridal style without breaking a sweat. He laughs and pulls my face in, planting a gleeful kiss on my lips.
The others let out jealous noises from across the room, and Luke laughs, wrapping his arms around my neck more tightly, really playing it up in front of his friends. I roll my eyes and pinch his thigh while I’ve got him trapped. He squeals and squirms in my arms.
“You’re such a fucking dork,” I tease before setting him back down on the ground.
“Andyouare a god among men.” Luke chuckles.
