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The pressure builds inside of me until I'm teetering on the edge. "Fuck, Ri," I groan, nails digging into his back. "I'm gonna come."
"Do it," he growls against my ear. "Come for me, baby."
His voice sends me over the edge. I come with a choked cry, spilling over his fist and onto my stomach. Riot strokes me through it, prolonging the pleasure until I'm shaking with aftershocks.
He pulls out and strips off the condom before jerking himself off over me. I watch with hooded eyes as he comes with a low moan, painting my stomach and chest with hot ropes of cum.
He reaches down and swipes his fingers through our combined cum on my chest, painting the letters M-I-N-E into my skin before he kisses me hard.
I put everything I'm feeling into that kiss. How much this meant to me, how much he means to me. And judging by his response, he feels the same way.
We collapse together in a sweaty tangle, breathing hard as we come down from the high. Riot nuzzles my neck, pressing soft kisses to my skin. I wrap an arm around him and pull him closer, not wanting to let go yet.
"That was fucking amazing," I murmur against his hair.
As I float back down, Riot strokes my cheek reverently. "So fucking gorgeous. You undo me, Hotshot."
I give a dazed, satisfied smile, my thumping heart feeling full up and sated. Maybe for the first time ever. "Same, Kensington."
Riot presses a tender kiss to my forehead before shifting off of me. I already miss his warmth.
"Be right back," he murmurs, disappearing towards the bathroom. Do I watch his naked ass as he walks away? Hell yes, I do.
I get up and walk back out to the living room, not bothering with clothes. I’m sticky as hell and gonna need a shower, but I’m not ready to washusoff my skin just yet.
With a contented sigh, I stretch out on the couch and let out a deep breath, feeling completely spent. The TV screen’s still dark and the only light’s coming from the light above the stove.
Riot comes back with a warm washcloth and gently cleans me up. The intimacy of it makes warmth spread through my chest. He chucks the cloth in the laundry and comes back with our boxers, tossing mine at me.
Once we're semi dressed, Riot picks up the remote and sprawls out on top of me. "Wanna watch one more flick before bed?"
He settles into my arms with a happy hum. "Sounds perfect."
Riot puts on some forgettable comedy, but I'm barely watching. I'm focused on his steady breathing, his fingers trailing along my arm, his solid presence keeping me grounded.
After the emotional highs of the last hour, I'm happy to simply be still with him. The movie plays softly in the background as we relax, our bodies intertwined, his breath warm on my skin.
Right here, right now—this is all I need.
At least until my mind starts to wander.
FrozenFire's absence has left a hollow ache inside me the past few days. Our talks were a constant I didn't fully appreciate until they stopped. Now the silence sits heavy, and it’s impossible to ignore.
When Riot gets up for more popcorn, I grab my phone on impulse. Before I can overthink it, I shoot FrozenFire a message.
Me: Hey man, it’s been a minute. Everything ok? Feels weird going from daily chats to radio silence. Hope I didn't say something to piss you off.
I hit send and glance up just as Riot steps back into view. At the same time, a phone buzzes on the coffee table. Riot's phone.
My heart seizes as he glances at the illuminated screen, brow furrowed. Dread trickles down my spine. No fucking way. It can't be.
But as Riot's resigned eyes meet mine, the truth clicks into place. FrozenFire isn't just someone I know—he's the man I might be falling for.
Riot motherfucking Kensington is FrozenFire.
I know it as sure as I know blood pumps through my veins.
Time slows to a crawl. A hundred chats and shared secrets replay in my head, now in a totally different light. My safe space online is the man I've opened my heart to. And he's been hiding this truth for who knows how long.
