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He wanted so badly to come. If his hands had been free, he’d have been beating himself off to get there. But Zavier had taken that away, and given him so much.
“Look at me,” Zavier murmured against his ear.
Their gazes met, and there was fire in those eyes as they tracked over Ray’s face. “That’s it, Ray, let go. Let it all go for me.”He held Ray’s hips in a bruising grip and thrust up hard. Again and again and again. “Give all of it to me.”
Ray was consumed by both ecstasy and agony. The concert. The high of fans screaming his name, the low of Carl’s snarl and his words. The fear he’d never be good enough. His rage at Zavier for saying no all those years ago. All those moments became the sobs, the cries, and the moanshe threw at Zavier. He didn’t know what he was saying or if anything made sense, but Zavier didn’t stop moving inside him, didn’t stop the sweet and agonizing beat.
Zavier seemed to drink all of Ray’s words down with moans and cries of his own, until at last he wrapped a hand around Ray’s dick and pumped.
Different rhythm, faster and tighter. Ray wouldn’t last another second, no matterwhat command. “Zav, I can’t, I can’t...”
“Come for me, Ray. Forme.”
The world split into light and the shattering music of sparks and colors, and his whole body burned. Ray was vaguely aware of Zavier’s surprised curse and his rhythm falling to pieces as he thrust into Ray’s body. At the end, Zavier held Ray, his cock buried inside, and his breath coming in huffs on Ray’s shoulder.
Everything was perfect. No noise, no chaos. Just the rumble of a motor, Zavier’s kiss on his shoulder, and Ray’s gloriously aching body. He held on to the oblivion until the colors faded and his leg told him this wasn’t the most comfortable arrangement.
But even then, some of the peace remained, so he closed his eyes and leaned into Zavier.
“That’s some benefits,” he murmured.
Zavierlaughed, and that was heaven, too.
* * *
Zavier eased out of Ray, though he wished he could have remained buried longer. Wanted to hold on to the compliant and relaxed man in his arms for a few more minutes. But practicality won out over desire.
Besides, he needed to free Ray’s wrists. Took a bit to unwind the wrap—cuffs would have been easer, but he hadn’t thought of packing those.Or rather, he had, but decided against it because he wasn’t going to get involved with Ray.
He had absolutely no regrets about tonight. None. Ray had needed him, had neededthis.
And so had he.
Once his arms were free, Ray wrapped them around Zavier’s neck. “Thank you.” It was a whisper of words. “You have no idea.”
Zavier rubbed his back. He knew, probably more than Ray realized.“Your ass is going to hurt tomorrow.”
“Don’t care. Will remind me of you.”
Admittedly, he enjoyed the hell out of that thought—Ray aching and cursing, then remembering Zavier’s hands and cock. “Good.”
A chuckle from Ray.
“I need to get up,” Zavier said. “Lose the condom.”
Ray muttered something but relaxed, so Zavier shifted him over and poured him onto the leather cushions,grateful there was enough space to lay him out. Zavier stood and pulled off the rubber. In the adjoining tiny bathroom, he wrapped it in tissues and stuffed it in the trash.
When he stepped back into the lounge, Ray wiggled on the couch and winced. “Fuck, you’re brutal.”
“That washardlybrutal.” A little spanking and some fucking? He shook his head and chuckled. “But the real questionis...did you enjoy it?”
Ray stilled.“Yes.”So much emotion was balled up into that one word. Ray reached for him...
...and Zavier went. Because after was just as important as before and during. Maybe more so. He lay down and wrapped himself around Ray, spooning against his back.
Ray settled in, relaxing against him. “I loved it,” he said. “Is that weird?”
“Not one bit.”
