“You ready?” He kissed Luca’s shoulder.
“Yes. Always.”
In a slow, methodical thrust, Nox pulled to the tip, then sank deep letting the feel of Luca’s clenching hole ignite pleasure. Not just for him, but for Luca. Bliss radiated from Luca in waves as real as the heat from his skin, his want so strong it might as well have been words.
“Shhh—” Nox traced Luca’s shoulder with his hands, down his arms, to his wrists, back up. Nox swept his touch over Luca’s chest, to his hips, across his stomach. Luca’s skin silk under Nox’s palms, the fever of his body warmth he craved and his scent…
His scent, life itself, poured into Nox’s lungs.
Luca pushed up on his elbows and arched his back. He reached over his shoulder and tangled his fingers in Nox’s hair.
“Fuck me. You said you couldn’t make love, that the Anubis wouldn’t let you.”
Nox dug his grip into Luca’s thighs.
“I want that, okay. Please, Nox. Please, don’t fight it.”
Don’t fight it.
Nox grit his teeth.
Don’t fight it, just let it happen.
A growl boiled in his chest.
Let go. Just let go.
Nox pulled back and slammed his hips forward. The impact shoved Luca against the floor hard enough to knock the wind from him in a shout. Nox put an arm under Luca’s chest and cradled his jaw in his hand. His other he braced against the floor to take his weight as he hammered Luca’s ass with violent thrusts.
With every surge of Nox’s body, Luca’s voice rose and fell.
Nox needed to slow down, needed to be gentle, but like he’d warned Luca, he had no control in times like this. All Nox could do was scramble to maintain some humanity.
Luca deserved to know pleasure, real pleasure, to feel what it was like to give and be given. Something Nox knew how to do but couldn’t. Those parts of him had been whittled away over the years, leaving enough man behind to maintain composure and rational thought only when the waters were calm.
The clap of bodies and Luca’s desperate cries filled the small cabin. With every impact of Nox’s hips against Luca’s ass, he would clench. His heat, the tight pull on Nox’s cock, spurned him to fuck Luca harder. And he did. Until the sweat dripped down his arms, made puddles on Luca’s back, until his entire body trembled with his rising release.
Luca shuddered, and his breath wheezed out. His grip on Nox’s arm tightened until his nails broke through the skin. Luca shouted, and the scent of his cum mixed with the stale air. The contractions around Nox’s cock snapped the last of his control. The spiral of pleasure simmering in Nox’s core washed outward, tearing at his senses, destroying him. He plummeted into bliss. Even when the high faded, he couldn’t bring himself to completely stop and continued to rock, spilling cum down Luca’s legs.
Limp in Nox’s arms, new and old bruises marked Luca’s shoulders. Nox should have been ashamed, but he wasn’t because it meant the world would know he’d had the honor of giving Luca the pleasure he desired.
He eased Luca to the floor, following him down and remaining buried in his ass. There he held Luca, petted him, inhaled his scent.
*****
The motel swam in a grainy fog on the surveillance footage recovered from the cameras at the sports bar. Street lamps bleached holes in the edge of the picture. The occasional passing set of headlights erased the image only to have it pour back in again.
A square light appeared near the breezeway.
“There—” Reese pointed “—stop it there.”
Private Todd halted the playback.
“Can you clean that up any, son?” Harrington said.
The private glanced back. “Yes, sir, some. But the equipment can only do so much. The digital recorder they used isn’t exactly the latest model.”
The size of the DVR suggested it had been conceived over a decade ago.