Sadly, Rayne didn’t look much better now. They’d remained in Sirelis long enough that the worst of the bruises and slashes from Shallow Edge had mostly healed and faded. Unfortunately, the last fight with the Empire had left him with new bruises Eno hadn’t seen before.
Shoving the shirt to the floor, Eno skimmed his fingers across a new bruise in the center of Rayne’s chest, right over his heart. How close had this come?
“I’m fine, Eno. I swear to you, I’m fine.” As Rayne spoke, he lightly peppered his chin and jaw with kisses.
“I know, but when I see what they’ve done to you, it makes me want to kill the Empire scum all over again. You should never suffer this kind of pain.”
Rayne chuckled softly. “Why? Because I’m a paper-pushing administrator?”
Eno’s head snapped up, meeting Rayne’s bright-green eyes. “No, because you are mine,” he stated between clenched teeth. “And I protect what is mine.”
“I am yours,” Rayne murmured, their lips brushing with each word.
Eno pulled Rayne in tight as they kissed, the breath jumping from his lungs at the first touch of Rayne’s bare chest against his own. He hadn’t even noticed that Rayne had managed to get him undressed as he’d inspected Rayne’s injuries. Now there was the delicious tug of warm skin, chest hair rasping across Rayne’s bare skin.
Fingers snaked into his hair, twisting and holding him captive while Rayne ravaged his mouth. Their tongues slid and tangled, retreated and returned for more. Eno moaned into his mouth, loving Rayne’s demanding ways. He slid his hands down his lover’s spine, slipping his eager digits inside his briefs to shove both them and his pants away. A shudder ran through Rayne, and he pressed closer.
Clothes came off slowly and they stood holding each other, reveling in this rare chance to just feel this skin-on-skin contact. Nothing between them, nothing holding them apart. They could pretend there was no war and no duty. No gods, princes, or broken kingdoms. Only their hearts banging into each other as if they were trying to break free and fly off together.
“Please, Eno,” Rayne said as they kissed. “I need you.”
Eno could only nod, any words trapped behind the sudden lump in his throat. He released Rayne, pushing him toward the bed while he snatched up the lube. “On your back,” Eno grunted when Rayne moved to his knees.
His lover looked over his shoulder, an eyebrow lifted in question, before doing as instructed. Eno had thought this would be rough, dirty, and fun, but something had changed the second he touched Rayne. He needed more, to slow things down and revel in this stolen moment while they had it.
Eno quickly smeared some lube on his hard dick and climbed between Rayne’s legs. They both smirked. The damn bed was so small. Rayne couldn’t properly stretch out and they’d never be able to lay side by side, but Eno could lay on top of him. At least it was a bed, and they were fucking horizontal for once.
Putting more lube on his fingers, he started to carefully stretch Rayne’s hole. His eyes ate up every inch of his lover. His pale skin was flushed and his damp lips parted on a desperate whimper. His light-brown hair was mussed for a new reason, and his glasses glinted in the lamplight.
“You’re still wearing your glasses,” Eno observed, feeling the need to laugh. Rayne was completely naked except for the damn spectacles.
“I want to see you,” Rayne cried out as Eno inserted a third finger.
Eno plucked off the glasses with his free hand and carefully set them on a nearby shelf. “And I wish to see your beautiful eyes.”
“Eno!” Rayne cried out as he brushed a finger across his prostate. Rayne grabbed his dick, stroking it slowly in time with Eno.
No, he couldn’t wait any longer either. Eno removed his fingers and slowly pushed his cock inside of Rayne. The heat was mind-blowing. So tight. So perfect. He pressed inside, filling Rayne completely.
The second he was completely seated, Rayne wrapped his arms and legs around him while Eno balanced on his forearms on either side of Rayne’s head. His entire world had become Rayne. He began and ended with this amazing man.
“Open your eyes, my love,” Eno breathed. Rayne’s long eyelashes fluttered and his eyes opened so that Eno was drowning in cool jade. “Can you see me?”
“Yes,” Rayne said in a fractured voice.
“You’re so beautiful. My perfect lover.”
“And you’re so fucking big,” Rayne moaned. He shifted his hips and tightened muscles, wringing a desperate cry of pleasure from Eno’s throat. Rayne was going to break him.
Eno moved slowly, rocking into Rayne, pushing deep and pulling out. He wanted to stretch this out, make it last. He needed to feel every inch of Rayne, to have this time to memorize the catch in his breath, the taste of the sweat on his skin, to feel all those long, lean muscles tensing against his body. Rayne was an entire symphony composed just for him.