Page 76 of Kane

The words come easy.

“Okay.”

There’s a heavy silence as those words echo between us.

All that can be heard is the sound of our breathing and the faint slap of wet skin. His bound hands bristle against my back as he positions himself, sucking in a breath. I feel him press in, just an inch or two, and I relax almost instantly, a deep groan escaping me.

“Fuck….” he curses. “I’m not going to make it,” he says, his voice high pitched.

“Yes you will,” I tell him, pushing back against him, because the need is overwhelming.

I need this.

I need him to consume me, to possess me.

“Go slow,” I tell him.

Ryder goes painfully slow. It’s maddening, but I know he’s taking his time on purpose, so I don’t rush him.

Patience truly is a virtue.

When he finally bottoms out inside of me, the room spins and we both moan, low and deep.

For a moment, we stay here, both of us bound in one way or another.

Entangled together like the plaits of rope themselves.

Distinct, but indistinct.

“If I move I’m going to come,” he says, his voice high and tense. Afraid.

“I want you to,” I say.

Rydar whimpers. “Kane…”

I slowly push back against him and the words that escape me are a prayer and a curse.

“Come for me, Ryder.”

Ryder comes just as beautifully as I imagined. Three fast, heavy thrusts ring out before his moan of pleasure, before the warmth spreads in me like ink in water.

He’s everywhere. All around me, inside me, in the damn air.

I come without warning.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I growl, but there is no panic, no anxiety. Only this feeling of perfect euphoria.

Like everything’s okay. Like I’m going to be okay.

Because Ryder is mine.

And I am his.

The sound of our breathing softens as our spent cocks do, but neither of us move for I don’t know how long.

When I finally move, I feel weightless, but I know I need to take care of Ryder. I need to make sure he is okay…

I untie him, his body limp, but his eyes hazy.