Page 40 of Deadly Offer

Their lips met in a kiss that was nothing like their usual carefully choreographed passion. Gone was the cautious give-and-take, the measured escalation they’d perfected over months. This was messy, desperate, tasting of fear and relief and the chamomile tea Nikon had brought. This was falling and flying simultaneously.

Reuben gasped into the kiss as Nikon’s hands slid to his lower back, pulling him impossibly closer until their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. Reuben grabbed fistfuls of Nikon’s wrinkled shirt, holding on as if he might drown otherwise.

Their teeth clicked once, neither caring enough to slow down. Nikon’s stubble scraped against Reuben’s chin, a rough contrast to the softness of his lips. And when Nikon’s tongue slid against his, Reuben tasted a hint of fear washing away, replaced by something sweeter.

When they finally broke apart, breathing hard, Reuben couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from his chest.

Nikon arched an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smile. “Something funny?” His voice was husky, lower than before.

“No,” Reuben whispered, fingers trailing down Nikon’s chest to the first button of his shirt. “Just thinking about how much I like this version of you. The one nobody else gets to see.” His hands moved with certainty now, undoing each button with practiced finesse. “You know, the shower’s still running.”

Nikon’s blue eyes darkened as he watched Reuben’s fingers work, each revealed inch of skin making his breath catch. He hummed low in his throat, a sound of pure appreciation mingledwith hunger. “You’re right,” he murmured, reaching for the tie of Reuben’s robe. “And we shouldn’t waste water, now should we?”

With a swift pull of the tie, Reuben’s bathrobe hit the floor and Nikon swept him up against his chest, strong arms supporting him with ease. A surprised laugh escaped Reuben’s throat as he wrapped his bare legs around Nikon’s waist, the sound turning into a gasp as Nikon carried him into the walk-in shower.

The marble tiles radiated heat from the running water. But it was nothing compared to the warmth of Nikon’s chest against Reuben’s naked body. Nikon’s arms shifted, his grip softening as he eased Reuben downward, guiding his feet to the wet floor. Reuben steadied himself, toes curling against the warmed stone as Nikon’s palms lingered at his hips—anchoring, then releasing as his teeth grazed Reuben’s shoulder, hands sliding possessively down his sides.

Clothes stuck to Nikon’s still-dressed body like a second skin, the fabric turning darker under the shower’s spray. But Reuben got to work removing Nikon’s shirt, shifting in his arms, as his fingers struggled with the waterlogged buttons. Each smooth, shiny button came undone with a soft click, exposing damp skin and a scar slicing across Nikon’s collarbone—a leftover from a knife fight he’d never talked about. Reuben mapped the raised line of the scar with his tongue as Nikon’s belt hit the shower floor. Then the heavy, wet sound of pants followed.

“Fuck,” Nikon growled when Reuben’s palm found him through his boxers, the material transparent with water. His hips jerked forward, a stuttered thrust against Reuben’s grip, steam curling around them as Nikon stood almost bare, every muscle taut as steel cable.

Reuben dropped to his knees, tugging down Nikon’s boxers along the way, the hot shower spray plastering his hair to his forehead as he bent low. The first flurry of Reuben’s kisseslanded high on Nikon’s inner thigh, just below his groin. Reuben lingered there, breathing in the clean sweat and hot steam as Nikon’s abdomen twitched.

“Tease,” Nikon accused, voice rougher than the shower’s rumble. His thumb brushed Reuben’s eyebrow, a contradiction to the tension in his bicep.

Reuben hummed against the sensitive skin, loving the way Nikon’s breath hitched. He took his time, lips trailing lower until he nuzzled the tight curve of Nikon’s ball-sac, tongue flicking experimentally. The groan above him vibrated through the tile walls, and Nikon’s grip tightened as Reuben drew one testicle into his mouth.

“Enough.” Nikon’s command cracked like a whip, but his trembling thighs betrayed him. When Reuben glanced up through wet lashes, Nikon’s face was a masterpiece of restraint; jaw clenched, throat working, water droplets catching in his stubble. “Just... now.”

Reuben grinned at the slight pleading tone in Nikon’s voice.

A beat later, the first inch of Nikon’s cock stretched Reuben’s lips, salt and heat flooding his senses. He relaxed his throat as he sucked deeper, the head of Nikon’s dick bumping his soft palate. Nikon’s hips rolled imperceptibly, the blunt pressure of his cock-head triggering a reflexive swallow that made Reuben’s throat flutter. Meanwhile, Reuben’s hands found Nikon’s hips, digging in as he anchored himself, his breath ragged, every shallow inhale carrying the scent of Nikon’s skin.

“Christ.” Nikon’s hips stuttered as his free hand braced against the shower wall. His hips felt like living stone beneath Reuben’s splayed fingers, vibrating with every choked noise Nikon tried to suppress. “Look at me.”

Reuben obeyed, eyes blinking rapidly into the shower spray from above as Nikon set a relentless pace. The man moved with controlled aggression, each thrust of his body steady yetoverwhelming. As they locked eyes, Nikon’s thumb brushed Reuben’s cheek, before moving to grasp Reuben’s hair.

“That’s it. Take me deeper.” Nikon rasped as his control frayed, hips twitching forward in tiny, helpless jerks, the hand in Reuben’s hair pulling just shy of pain.

Nikon snatched his hand away from the shower wall and cradled Reuben’s jaw with tender fingers. Meanwhile, his other hand forced Reuben’s rhythm faster, desperation bleeding into the reverence. “Your mouth is made for me.” Nikon’s words fell from his lips, half prayer and half growl, as his glistening cock disappeared between parted lips again. “You take me so deep that I—”

The first spurt hit Reuben’s throat, salty and thick. And he drank the cum greedily as Nikon’s groan echoed off the glass enclosure. The second and third spurt made Nikon’s thighs tremble, his choked-off curse echoing louder than the wet sounds surrounding them.

When Nikon finally stilled, chest heaving, Reuben released him from his lips with an obscene pop.

“Turn around.” Nikon hauled him up before the words fully registered, spinning him to face the tiles. The now warmed-through marble heated Reuben’s cheek as he pressed himself up against the wall. Nikon’s palm cracked against his ass—once, twice—the sting blooming sweetly in a way that made Reuben groan for more. “Place your hands here.”

Reuben spread his fingers high up against the wall as Nikon pressed flush against him, his thick dick digging into Reuben’s lower back. Reaching up, Nikon pinned Reuben’s hands to the wall, capturing both wrists in one large palm. With the other, he reached around and circled Reuben’s stiff cock, thumb swiping the pre-cum leaking out of the head. “Still so hard,” Nikon murmured against the nape of Reuben’s shoulder, teeth scraping the damp skin. “You can’t wait, can you?”

Reuben’s hips jerked forward, chasing friction. Nikon chuckled darkly, tightening his grip. “Enough.” Reuben mimicked Nikon’s words from earlier. “Now.”

With a low chuckle, Nikon began to work him, pace maddeningly slow as he stroked. Reuben’s knees trembled, his breath fogging the tiles.

“Please,” he gasped, arching back into Nikon’s chest.

“I’ve got you.” Nikon’s voice gentled even as his strokes turned ruthless. Reuben’s wrists burned where Nikon pinned them to the wall, fingers splayed and straining against the unyielding grip.

Reuben’s gasp fractured when Nikon bit down on his shoulder—a silent command—even as the relentless rhythm of his strokes left no room for hesitation. “Cum for me.”

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