Page 135 of Fool Me Twice

He used the position Hart was in to suck on his neck and kiss the shell of his ear. He ground his cock into Hart’s covered ass, teasing himself. Edging himself until he felt his eyes roll. Torturing himself because he had decided he wouldn’t let himself come just then. He’d take the ache and the pain and carry it with him for the rest of the day.

This was Hart’s. Just for him.

He sped up his strokes, smiling at the loud moans Hart let out. They echoed in the empty warehouse like a soundtrack to the most amazing fucking thing Cane had ever seen. It bounced off the walls Cane owned. It reverberated through space that belonged to him.

Just like Hart.

Hart’s hips started moving on their own, meeting Cane’s strokes, urging him to move faster for him. Cane could recognize the signs of him getting close to the edge—his voice got louder, hoarser and he turned his head on Cane’s shoulder, desperately searching for Cane’s lips. The angle was awkward as fuck. The best Cane could do was kiss the corner of his mouth and coax his tongue out so they could tangle them, licking at each other like animals.

The walls were crumbling completely. The cage rattled with their movements, because of Hart’s trembles and the struggle to keep holding on to it. Cane felt his knees buckling and pushed him against the cage harder, holding him up.

He was stroking faster, reaching behind his balls and finding that soft spot between them and the entrance to Hart’s body. He pressed against it. Rubbed at it. Mimicking what he would have done if he had thought this through properly and could actually fuck Hart right where they were.

Hart keened, letting out loud sobs and thrashing against the metal cage as he chased his release.

Cane had half a mind to stop, to leave him frustrated and shaking until they were both out of their minds with need.

“Please,” Hart moaned again, and the idea evaporated into thin air. Hart’s pleasure became the center of his universe. His needs became Cane’s needs. He tightened his fist, licked a stripe over Hart’s neck, and stilled completely.

“Take what you need, sweetheart,” he whispered into his ear, and Hart gripped the bars harder, using them as leverage as he snapped his hips forward, fucking into Cane’s fist wildly, moaning in frustration. In need. In desperation.

“Almost there,” Cane said, pulsing his fingers around Hart’s cock a little bit, giving Hart some added sensation. “I can feel you’re close. Just keep going.”

Hart sobbed, throwing his upper body back against Cane’s as he snapped his hips forward harder, faster. He choked. Tears sprang from his eyes and Cane licked them away. Hart shook. And bucked. And screamed when he finally hit his peak and spilled all over Cane’s fingers. He painted the floor beneath them white, drops of it catching on the metal bars.

It felt endless.

The orgasm ebbed and flowed until Hart slumped against him like a rag doll. Completely spent. Weak in the knees and satisfied to his bones.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Cane said, holding him up with one hand as he brought the other to his lips, licking Hart’s release off his fingers.

As clean as he could get it, he brought it back down and tucked Hart back into his trousers, smiling at how he flinched from oversensitivity.

He turned him around so they were face to face again, Hart’s back braced against the cage.

“What about you?” Hart asked, voice ruined from screaming, face flushed a beautiful pink.

Cane shook his head.

“I have plans,” Cane said, kissing Hart’s lips and pushing his tongue inside to share Hart’s taste with him.

“What kind?” Hart asked, when he could.

“I’m noting your debt in my ledger,” Cane said with a wink. “I’ll call it in at some point.”

“What?” Hart asked, blinking a little dumbly.

“Yup. This is one earth-shattering orgasm I gave you without coming myself.”

“Earth shattering?” Hart tried for haughty, but he was too spent and tired to pull it off. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I could hear my cage rattling, sweetheart,” Cane said. “Lying doesn’t suit you.”

Hart rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips were pulled into a small smile, one he only ever gave to Cane. One Cane felt possessive over. One he’d never want anyone else to see.

“Fine,” Hart relented. “It was perfectly satisfactory.”

“Mhm.” Cane nodded. “And now you owe me.”

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