Epilogue - Kane #2
Rafael jolts with a gasp, the noise swallowed as Kane steals a kiss.
Another sound breaks loose, trapped between their mouths.
Cock pulsing against his thigh, Kane breaks the kiss to drag his teeth down Rafael’s throat.
“So beautiful.” He grinds against him. “And all mine.”
“All yours.” The words are choked out while Rafael clutches his shoulders.
Kane doesn’t answer. He trails kisses along his neck while a hand snakes between them. Clutching them both, he presses their erections together with a squeeze.
Rafael inhales sharply, head falling against the pillows.
The sound tightens something low in Kane’s gut. He groans, wrist setting a steady rhythm. Beneath him, Rafael gasps in his ear, hips twitching with each stroke.
He holds on as long as he can. But Rafael’s panting, the flush of his skin—it’s too much. Kane exhales hard and releases them.
Rafael’s response is instant—a whine that melts into a moan as Kane dips lower. Brushing past Rafael’s sack, he reaches for the entrance below and brushes the pad of his fingers along the outer edge. His cock throbs at the touch, remembering the last time he was inside.
Reining himself in, Kane sits up enough to tap the side of his wristlink.
A smallest compartment unlocks, something Coda created without question.
A pulse of warm gel releases with another tap, coating his chrome.
He spreads the substance around Rafael’s entrance, earning a hitch in Rafael’s breath.
With a smirk, Kane shifts his weight and peers up, only to find Rafael watching.
A nod is answer enough.
Without hesitation, he presses forward, sinking into that welcoming body.
“Kane!” Rafael’s nails dig into his skin.
Kane thrusts the chrome digit deeper, then leans in to press a kiss to Rafael’s clavicle.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks, unable to help himself.
No words come. Only another nod, and the pulsing of Rafael’s cock between their stomachs.
He keeps working Rafael open, thrusting in and out. Rafael quivers with each motion, nails pressing harder.
It’s a sight to see, watching the man come undone. Except the more Kane gives, the more he aches to take.
After a final thrust, his finger slips out almost entirely, and another choked cry tears from Rafael.
“Don’t worry.” Kane’s teeth graze his skin. “There’s more to come.”
A second lube-slicked digit presses in, joining the first.
Rafael lets out a near-scream.
Kane’s cock throbs in response, yet his focus stays locked on the man beneath him. He increases the pace, each thrust deeper and more insistent.
Then his touch grazes that sensitive spot buried deep—
“Fuck!” The rare curse breaks from Rafael.
Only Kane doesn’t stop. If anything, he offers more, adding a third digit.
His mouth presses to Rafael’s chest. “This is what you wanted? To be filled and stretched?”
The answer isn’t verbal—it’s in the sudden clench, the desperate pull around his fingers. The sensation nearly undoes him.
Kane pants through the rush, heart pounding in his ears. “Fuck.” The word is ragged. “I can’t wait any longer. Need to be inside you.”
“Please, Kane!” Rafael cries, arms falling from his shoulders.
He moves without grace but with purpose, pushing up and adjusting Rafael’s limbs to make space for himself. Though when he pulls free, Kane withdraws slowly, savoring the moment.
Their eyes meet again.
Refusing to break eye contact, he slicks himself with more lube and takes Rafael by the hip, guiding him into the perfect angle. With a deep inhale, he eases in slowly.
A soft sound slips from Rafael, and Kane stills instantly.
Only when the pressure around him eases does he pull back slowly and push in again.
The heat is almost unbearable. He clenches his jaw.
Not yet. No roughness.
He sets a careful rhythm, every movement measured. Rafael moves with him, matching his tempo until they’re moving as one.
When Kane lifts his head, he’s met with a soft smile and pull of Rafael’s body, urging him close.
His smirk sharpens.
Finally.
He rolls deep with a single thrust until he’s fully seated, flush against the curve of Rafael’s ass.
“Fuck!” The word tears from him.
Rafael answers with a squeeze.
Any control Kane has left breaks. He draws out, then slams in hard, tearing a whine from Rafael.
“That’s right,” Kane growls, tongue dragging along Rafael’s throat while his hips snap with urgency.
Another incoherent noise rips free from Rafael as he squeezes around Kane’s cock.
The sound and pressure shred his control. His rhythm falters, thrusts turning erratic. Rafael meets him stroke for stroke, nails biting into his skin—and that sting only sharpens Kane’s hunger.
Muttering a curse, he pushes off the mattress, adjusting to sink in deeper.
The change in angle wrecks them both.
As Rafael releases a cry, Kane seizes him by the hip, using the grip to pound harder and faster until the man beneath is practically shaking.
Then Kane reaches between them, taking hold of Rafael’s cock.
The reaction is instant. Rafael jerks, spine bowing as he cries out.
“You want to come? Kane grits out. “With me buried in you?”
Rafael doesn’t answer—he doesn’t have to. The way his body trembles says it all.
“I’ll give it to you. Don’t you worry. I’ll always give you what you need.”
Kane’s last word breaks into a ragged sound as heat spikes sharp and fast.
A broken noise drifts up from Rafael, but it’s drowned out as pleasure barrels through Kane, burning through every limb. With a shuddering grunt, he gives in, spilling inside.
His vision blanks, breath leaves him. He ducks, pressing his face into Rafael’s shoulder.
Everything else falls away.
There’s only Rafael beneath him, and the ache that he never wants to leave.
As his pulse slows and breath returns, Kane’s awareness returns to their bodies pressed from shoulder to thigh.
Between them, Rafael’s release glistens at his stomach.
He can’t resist a grin.
They came together after all.
Carefully, he shifts to the side, slipping out without his arms ever leaving Rafael. Turning them gently, Kane moves Rafael until they’re face to face on the rumpled sheets.
Rafael shifts against him, a smile already forming. “Hi,” he whispers.
“Hello,” Kane rumbles, drawing him closer until their limbs tangle. Rafael nuzzles against his chest, palm resting over the mess of wires and skin.
Tomorrow will bring more planning. More patrols. More lines to hold
In Nova City, peace is only ever a pause.
And tonight, that’s enough.
“Rafael,” Kane murmurs.
Rafael shifts, blinking sleepily. “Mm?”
“I love you.”
Rafael tilts his head up. “I love you too.”
A laugh escapes Kane while Rafael props up on his elbow, inspecting the room.
“Um—I guess the drones didn’t damage the bed,” he chuckles.
Kane snorts, pressing a kiss to his hair. “I guess not.”
Whatever tomorrow brings, he’ll meet it standing his ground, with something worth protecting in his arms.