Chapter Fifty-Six
White Ravens
Scar
Scar pushed open Gage’s apartment door, walked inside, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
“Gage?” he called out.
The silence that answered made him smile.
The bedroom door was open. He walked inside and almost choked on his next breath.
Gage was in the center of the bed, stark naked, cock solid and flushed against his abdomen. His skin shone from the steam still clinging to it after his shower. His hair was darker blond when wet and slicked back from his face.
He looked relaxed, with his legs parted just enough to tease.
“Fuckin’ hell, Gage,” he huffed, kicking off his sweatpants and tossing his shirt.
His cock sprang free, heavy and wanting, but he ignored it for now and climbed onto the bed over Gage’s body. He stared down, drinking in the sight.
Gage’s pretty mouth curved slowly.
“I debated on several looks…and decided on this one.”
“You chose right,” he murmured, easing down until they were chest to chest.
Their mouths met in a kiss that started soft, lips gliding together, noses brushing.
Scar angled his head, tracing his tongue along Gage’s lower lip before slipping inside.
Gage clutched his shoulders and pulled him tighter.
Scar lost himself in the wet slide and shared breaths. The way Gage tasted clean and innocent—it was a sacredness only he’d been allowed to enjoy.
Minutes stretched as their kisses got hungrier.
Scar broke away, trailing his mouth lower, licking a long path along Gage’s throat, nipping at his rapid pulse.
Scar moved farther down and bathed one nipple with the flat of his tongue, then the other, until they were hard peaks.
Gage arched and threaded his fingers through his hair that he’d washed, blow-dried, and let hang loose just for him. Gage tugged on it, spreading his legs wider.
He savored the inside of his thighs, grazing his teeth over the soft flesh.
Scar rubbed his stubble up and down Gage’s shaft, before he took the head in his mouth, and sucked slow and strong, rolling his tongue around the head.
“Your cock’s leaking for me already.”
Gage lifted his hips when he hollowed his cheeks and swallowed him until his noise was buried in his pubic hairs.
A raw moan tore from Gage, which only fueled Scar on, as he worked him harder.
He pulled off nosily and tongued Gage’s balls before lifting one of his legs and resting his calf on his shoulder.
His nipped at Gage’s hole, circling the puckered ring before pressing inside.
Gage gasped, body tensing then melting as Scar slicked him good, thrusting his tongue deeper.
“You taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he hummed as he eased his finger alongside his tongue.
Gage clenched tight around it, a needy whine escaping him.
Scar already possessed Gage’s heart. Tonight, he’d own his body.
Gage
Gage listened as Scar grabbed the lube he’d placed on the nightstand and flicked the cap open—the sound making his pulse spike.
Scar’s hot palm never left his cock, stroking with shallow pulls that he synced with the warm laps of his tongue against his hole.
He slid the first finger alongside his insistent tongue, and it felt so good he almost cursed.
The stretch was different but welcome. His body pushed back, but he exhaled and relaxed his muscles.
“That’s it, baby.” Scar pressed in a little more. “Open up for me.”
Scar sucked on the head of his dick as he eased in a second finger.
Gage’s legs shook, not from discomfort, but from overstimulation. He never thought it’d feel this good, this right.
Scar opened him bit by bit, love infused in every twist and press. And then he hit the spot Mirage had told him about, and he almost leapt off the bed.
“You like that?” Scar whispered against his sack, his voice so gritty and husky it vibrated his shaft.
“Yes,” he swallowed, eyes closed tight.
“Gonna’ bury my dick right there.”
He trembled at the thought as Scar continued to tease that spot with his fingers.
“Scar, now…need…right now.”
The words tumbled out without thought, raw begging that should’ve embarrassed him but didn’t.
He’d waited all his adult life for this moment, had prayed that his first time would be special, sacred, and with the one person who’d committed their life to him until death parted them.
And he’d found him.
Scar withdrew his fingers and wiped them on the shirt he’d tossed to the side.
Gage made a desperate sound at the sudden emptiness, already craving—just like Elias warned.
“Shhh, I’m gonna’ fill you up,” Scar said, kissing his way back up his stomach, chest, throat, and jaw before taking his mouth in another long kiss, filled with so much intimacy it made his chest ache.
Scar cradled his face with his rough hands as if he were something precious. “Love you,” he breathed between kisses. “I love you so fuckin’ much.”
Gage answered by turning onto his stomach, and offering his virginity to his husband.
Scar kissed along his shoulder blades, then slid a pillow under him, putting him at the perfect angle.
Scar’s weight was just the comfort he needed to calm himself, though he had no doubt his husband would make this perfect.
Scar ground his hot, hard cock between his ass cheeks in slow circles before he lined himself up.
Scar nudged the blunt head against his hole and pushed in agonizingly slow. He readied himself for the burn or stinging but there was only sweet, stimulating pressure with every inch.
Scar groaned, stilling for a moment as if he was letting him adjust.
“All of it,” he sighed, his voice muffled by the pillows.
“I don’t wanna hurt you…at all.”
“You know we don’t hurt easily,” Gage argued, rocking back, trying to force more inside.
As if he’d shattered what was left of Scar’s restraint, he sank the rest of the way inside, filling him so completely it stole his breath.
“Oh my god,” he moaned.
Scar sank his teeth into his shoulder, his ragged breaths hot against his skin.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
Scar paused again, pulsing and throbbing inside him, until Gage pushed back greedily, demanding more.
Scar half groaned, half laughed at his impatience.
He was about to snap at Scar for teasing him until he started moving, gentle and smooth, easing out halfway before thrusting deep.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Scar rolled his hips and followed the angle that guided him to the spot that made stars spark behind his eyelids.
He met Scar on the next thrust, lifting his ass to take more.
“Damn, look at you,” Scar grunted, bottoming out. “Fuck.”
Knowing he was pleasing his husband made what already felt so good feel ten times better…and made him braver.
He rose up on his hands and knees and started pushing back harder, faster, chasing that feeling that was building deep inside.
“Shit, fuck, Gage,” Scar hissed, gripping his waist and hanging on tight.
It only took his husband a second to realize he had better give him what he wanted, or else he would take it.
The erotic slap of skin made him light up, every nerve blazing awake.
Scar reached under him, wrapped his rough hand around his cock, and started stroking at the same pace he was rocking into him.
The combined assault shattered him.
His body seized as his orgasm overtook every sense, his hole squeezing around Scar’s cock, his cum spilling hot and thick onto the sheet and over Scar’s fingers.
Scar cursed and buried himself inside, cock pulsing a second before waves of warmth spread through him.
It was a sensation he couldn’t describe with words.
He wanted to do it again already—all night.
Scar dropped onto his back, panting against his neck.
He slowly pulled out, collapsed beside him, and immediately folded him in his arms.
His heart was still full and pounding as Scar pressed lazy kisses behind his ear, mumbling words and curses he couldn’t quite make out.
He smiled against Scar’s chest.
I’m not a virgin anymore.
He lay there for almost an hour, reflecting on that, and his life going forward, knowing it’d be filled with purpose and love.
So much love.
Scar was asleep when he turned over, climbed on top of him, and started kissing his slack mouth.
Scar squeezed his ass, humming tiredly.
“Again,” Gage whispered.
Scar gave him a lazy smile. “What have I created?”
Gage ground his stiff cock on top of Scar’s, that’d already begun to harden.
They didn’t leave the apartment for four days.
He and Scar made love all day, only breaking to scarf down meals, shower—which inevitably turned into heated blowjobs—or snag a couple hours of sleep.
They lounged naked on the couch, trading lazy kisses and stories about their lives growing up.
Scar cooked once, that resulted in a disgusting mess, so they ended up eating takeout or having meals from their chefs sent up.
Sometimes they put on music and swayed together barefoot on the terrace.
Hours would slip past unnoticed.
Sometimes they curled up under a blanket and watched movies, Scar narrating the scenes while he laughed and tried to visualize what he was bumbling to describe.
Other afternoons were quieter.
He would sit cross-legged on the couch with his Braille Bible open, Scar stretched out beside him with his head in his lap as he read softly to him, while combing his fingers through his feathery locks.
He shared the stories that’d carried him through the darkest parts of his life—the Sermon on the Mount, Daniel in the lion’s den, the prodigal son, and one’s of courageous men who’d remained strong when life tested them.
He loved the way Scar listened while he traced delicate patterns over his thighs, sometimes asking questions, sometimes just absorbing the details.
No one interrupted their stay-in honeymoon. For a few sacred days it was all about them…and their love.
The world wouldn’t be healed overnight, missions could wait.