Chapter Twenty-Seven
Six weeks later…
T aking sex slow took on a whole other meaning for Rogue, but he would never fucking complain. He would take Wrath any way he could get him.
They were at his place because he’d yet to commit to living with Wrath.
He needed to think before he made a decision. He had always been like that and even though he knew Wrath wanted him to move in, so far, the man had not pressured him.
It had been a stressful six weeks.
Two weeks in the hospital had been the worst, but the last four weeks since he had gotten out of the hospital had been a whole lot better.
“Where are you going?” Rogue complained when Wrath walked toward his small kitchen instead of the bedroom.
“Oh, did you want something?” Wrath whirled and cocked one eyebrow. The corner of his sexy mouth twitched.
“Yeah, the hand jobs are not cutting it,” he growled, prowling over. Wrapping an arm around Wrath’s waist, he pulled the man up against him.
He knew Wrath wanted to talk, but he was hungry and not for food, so whatever Wrath wanted in the kitchen could wait.
Maybe it was his need for sex that took over, but he knew it was more than that. Something primitive took over in his brain and he was tired of being denied.
Fisting the long blond hair in his hand, he took Wrath’s mouth, fusing their lips together.
Wrath’s strong arms closed around him, so he wrapped his arms around the man’s back, widening his stance. Rogue cupped the back of Wrath’s head, easing his grip on the man’s hair. Wrath’s hips bucked against him and fuck if he didn’t need to get closer.
Rogue wanted skin on skin. He pulled his mouth away, heaving for breath, and roamed his lips over Wrath’s neck. The man’s head tipped back beneath his onslaught and hands clutched at him.
There were no words to describe how strong his feelings were for Wrath, but he didn’t need to use words for this. Rogue eased his mouth away from Wrath’s skin and held the man’s eyes.
With a silent understanding, Wrath understood and began to strip. Crouching down, Wrath removed his boots before tugging off his t-shirt and tossing it to the floor. When Wrath’s hand went to unsnap his jeans, Rogue stroked a hand down the man’s chest. Wrath truly was a work of art.
A smattering of hair was to be found only below Wrath’s belly button. Wrath pried open the jeans and Rogue slipped his hand under the material and grazed the man’s cock.
With a hiss, Wrath continued undressing. The man shoved his jeans and briefs down with one swoop and kicked them away.
Rogue had some catching up to do, but he was dressed more casually and toed off his sneakers, and then drew off his t-shirt before sliding the sweatpants and briefs down his legs.
Wrath’s cock stood long and hard, and Rogue licked his lips. Unwilling to wait another moment, Rogue took Wrath’s hand and led them into his bedroom.
“Wait, shower first,” Wrath murmured. “I’m sweaty from work.”
Rogue didn’t give a shit, but he knew that Wrath loved shower sex, so into his small bathroom they went.
“This ought to be interesting,” he muttered, and Wrath laughed.
“We will make it work.” The man flipped on the shower and held out his hand beneath the water, waiting for it to heat up.
Rogue moved in and roamed his mouth over Wrath’s naked shoulder. Wrapping his arms around the man’s waist, he ran his hand down until he could close it around Wrath’s dick.
The man hissed and his ass bucked back against his own hard cock. When Wrath tipped his head back, Rogue took a sideways kiss. Laving his tongue inside Wrath’s mouth, he bit at the man’s lips.
Wrath groaned and Rogue eased back. “Get under the water, I’ll be right back.”
Wrath huffed but did as he was told and Rogue stalked to his bedroom to retrieve the lube. They had both been tested after their first few times together and stopped using rubbers. He was glad for it. In his book, nothing felt better than his bare cock inside Wrath.
Rogue reappeared in moments and stepped into the shower. He laid the lube on the small soap shelf.
Wrath was turned away from him with his head tipped back beneath the hot water and Rogue crowded up against the man’s back. The man’s breath caught, and Rogue nudged his dick between Wrath’s cheeks.
When Rogue’s chest met his back and his thick cock nudging his ass, Wrath caught his breath. He was spun easily within those powerful arms, water trailing down Rogue’s shoulders and muscled chest, and Wrath smoothed his palms over the man’s skin, dragging his fingers through the dark hair on Rogue’s chest and down his ripped abs. Rogue shuddered, and Wrath pressed their lips for another slow, aching kiss before he reached for the soap.
Lathering up his hands, Wrath ran them over Rogue’s front, careful to wash everything. Beneath his hands, Rogue closed his eyes and settled his hands on his shoulders.
Wrath didn’t stop his soapy stroking until Rogue made a rumbling noise in the back of his throat. He smiled and teased the man’s cock.
Rogue’s eyes slid open, and Wrath gazed into the gray stormy depths. Rogue’s hips bucked into his hand, sending that long, thick cock sliding through his grip.
Wrath didn’t want another hand job, so he released his grip and moved in until their bodies were crushed together. At the same height, his lips brushed hotly against Rogue’s ear.
“I want you to fuck me,” he whispered against Rogue’s ear, and the man’s big body shuddered. Rogue fisted his hair and brought their mouths together for a long, deep kiss.
Rogue made a sound into the kiss before pulling back and lifted the soap from his hands. Wrath was left panting when Rogue ran soapy hands over his body, mapping every inch of him over the knife wound that had left a scar and a few bullet wounds from ages ago.
As assassins, they both had their share of battle wounds.
Wrath trailed his tongue over Rogue’s shoulder and sank his teeth lightly into the man’s bicep. Rogue grunted under the bite and proceeded to jerk his cock with a soapy fist. Wrath licked and bit his way up to suck at Rogue’s neck until the man dropped the soap and pulled him close.
Grunting, Rogue pushed him beneath the water.
When he was pressed back against the cool tile, Wrath didn’t resist. It felt like he had waited forever for Rogue’s touch and once he had the man, he couldn’t go long without hunger taking over.
Rogue slid his hands down his arms and brought his wrists together. Holding his wrists in one hand, Rogue pulled his arms up over his head. He was so turned on by the powerful move that he almost came right then and there.
With his hands pressed to the wall over his head, Rogue removed the shower nozzle and rinsed them both completely.
Wrath tipped his head back, offering his throat.
“Fuck me,” he whispered, cleaving his teeth into his own bottom lip.
Rogue’s eyes glittered and the nozzle was replaced before the man dipped his head and rubbed his scratchy, unshaven jaw against his neck, leaving a burn behind. Their hips ground together, slow and hungrily.
Snatching the lube from the shelf, Rogue released the grip on his wrist and Wrath smoothed his palms down the man’s chest.
Rogue eased him around to face the tile and Wrath complied, pressing his hands to the cool surface. Rogue pressed against him, holding him there with his big body, and Wrath moaned harshly, fisting his hands against the tile.
When Rogue knocked his legs apart, Wrath panted. The cooling water was snapped off and Rogue’s lube-slicked dick was nudging at his ass.
Rogue’s forehead pressed against the back of his head and the man’s thick cock pushed him open.
“Nnnh, fuck,” he moaned.
Rogue nosed into the hair at his temple.
“More.” Wrath choked the word out and flattened his hands against the wall.
Rogue had other ideas. He was going to take it slow as long as he could, no matter how much Wrath tried to rush.
Wrath panted with his cheek pressed to the tile. Once his cock was seated inside of Wrath’s ass, he ran his hands up the man’s arms and linked their fingers before he sank his teeth into Wrath’s shoulder.
Rogue eased back, released their linked fingers, and caught Wrath’s hips. He jerked just enough so the man was bent over. That gave his dick the freedom to drive home. He fucked Wrath hard.
Wrath lifted to his toes and Rogue struggled for control.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his thrusts faltering when Wrath’s ass tightened around him.
“Noooo,” Wrath moaned. “Don’t stop.”
Clenching the skin on Wrath’s hips, Rogue sent his dick deep over and over until Wrath was making guttural noises in the back of his throat. It felt so fucking good that Rogue wasn’t sure he could hold off coming.
“Touch your cock,” he growled and one of Wrath’s hands ran over the bar of soap before slipping around to disappear in front.
Rogue snapped his hips, “Yeah, baby, just like that.”
“More,” Wrath moaned, his cheek pressed to the tile.
Rogue knew his movements grew wild and there would be bruises on Wrath tomorrow, but right then, he didn’t fucking care. He pistoned into the man’s ass as if he could find the secret to life.
And it was there that he found heaven.
With Rogue between his legs, Wrath kept his upper body pressed against the tile and lifted his ass. The grip Rogue had on his hips kept him upright and Wrath yanked at his own cock with a soapy grip.
“I’m going to come,” he panted.
Having Rogue fuck him after weeks of denial felt so fucking good.
“Do it,” Rogue grunted and hammered in.
When the man’s thrust suddenly became sporadic, Wrath released the death grip on his own cock and milked it dry. He shot his load onto the shower tile and shuddered hard.
Rogue made noises with each thrust and Wrath smiled as the man lost what little control he had.
Rogue suddenly froze and then exploded with a sharp grunt and lifted him from his feet.
“Sweet hell,” Rogue muttered and slipped from his ass.
Wrath laughed weakly—he couldn’t have said a word to save his life.
After turning the lukewarm water back on, Rogue rinsed them both once again. When Wrath stepped out of the shower, Rogue handed him a towel.
They made it to the bed and Wrath sprawled face first. Rogue chuckled deeply and followed him down.
It was the first night in a long time that he wasn’t woken up by Rogue’s nightmares.