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Hot words and teeth against his neck. “I want to feel you come around me.”
After those words, it was all light and heat and pleasure as Ray came hard,spilling himself over Zavier’s hand.
Didn’t take much longer for Zavier to follow, crying out his own release with such abandonment that Ray wanted those mirrors, so he could see controlled, calculated Zavier Demos wild and shattered because ofhim. That would be almost enough to get Ray off again, had such a thing been possible. Still, he moaned and shifted against Zavier, and then they wereboth still.
“God, Ray. You’re such a fucking miracle.” There was still the edge of abandonment in Zavier’s voice.
Ray had no idea what to make of that statement.
Zavier pulled out and Ray shifted. “I should—” Get up, or at least get off of Zavier. Couldn’t be comfortable for him, though he enjoyed the confinement and the burn against his ass.
“No. Stay.” Wasn’t so much a commandas a plea. “I like you here, like this.” There was a softness in Zavier’s voice Ray’d not heard before. He relaxed against the hard, warm body beneath him. Somewhere along the line, Zavier tossed the condom off the side of the bed.
“Poor rug,” Ray said.
“I’m sure its seen worse, or the same. Hotels are liminal spaces.”
He snorted. Couldn’t help it. “You say the strangest things sometimes.”
“No more than you.” A press of lips and enough admiration that heat rose to Ray’s cheeks. “Singer and songwriter.”
“I’m—”
“Shush, Ray. Just let me hold you.”
Both their breathing evened out. The morning and the night before tumbled through Ray, heavy but comforting. Zavier’s arms were loose around him, one warm hand near his cock and the other idly stroking near his nipple. Pleasantlittle shocks cascaded down Ray’s limbs. Heat and light. Splinters of color. He hummed the notes and felt Zavier inhale.
“Will you sing for me, Ray?” A rough whisper, full of those emotions Ray still couldn’t name.
“What song?”
Zavier stilled. “A new one. Something no one has heard before.”
Ray shivered in his strong arms. “You’ve heard pieces.” Helped puzzle out the beats in hishead. Listened when he needed an outlet.
Zavier kissed the back of Ray’s neck. A request without words.
So Ray sang the lyrics that had been dancing in his mind for days. Chased the colors and movement and sounds.
In the heat of summer
We were gods of a thousand dreams
In the night of winter
We were dust and ash
Where did the light we held go
Strands of silver andgold
When will we meet the sun again?
Stretch out your arms toward the moon
Sing to your soul to find the room
Dare to dream
