Miki clenched and his back and legs went stiff. The tightness in his guts released, and his pleasure expanded to fill him under his skin. Gripped in Kane’s palm, his cock gushed, spurting with the force of his climax. His spill ran over Kane’s hand, and Miki’s shaft shivered with the prickling stimulation of Kane’s fingers. Another long, lingering brush of Kane’s shaft along his passage and Miki’s climax crested again, this time taking Kane with him.
He could see Kane’s orgasm work up from his cock to spread through his body. Kane’s neck tightened, and then his muscles went rigid as he rode the wave of his release. Twisting his hips, Kane nearly split Miki apart when he drove in deeper and hunched his shoulders in to pound at his lover’s entrance one last time. Miki’s body, already wrung nearly to exhaustion, tumbled under the force of Kane’s explosive need, and his cock jerked again, spilling hot into the tangle of hair around Kane’s belly button.
Kane grabbed at one of Miki’s hands and held it, letting the shudders rocketing through his body carry them both. Digging his heels into the mattress, Miki found his breath taken from him, and his heart beat frantically, his hips rolling to meet the final thrusts of Kane’s cock. His ass closed in on Kane, and his spasms milked Kane to his final peak. Kane groaned between his clenched teeth, pulling in sharp breaths, and gave in, the heat of his spill turning the latex glove around his cock hot with his seed.
Miki lingered in the darkness swaddling him. Then he emerged from his satiation, a brutal rebirth into a body others tore apart. His hips ached and his knee throbbed, but he didn’t care about the pain, not while the remains of his orgasm lapped at the edges of his nerves. Life spun back into a sharp contrast when Kane slid himself free of his entrance, and Miki winced, feeling the tug of the condom as it caught on his furled ring.
“Sorry, Mick m’love.” Kane’s gentle kiss made it all better, especially when his lips skimmed over Miki’s bitten-bruised neck in a swirl of butterfly touches. Easing Miki’s legs down, Kane turned him over onto his side and wiped at both of their damp bodies with one of their T-shirts. Kane tossed it toward the hamper at the corner of the room and snorted when it fell short. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Sleepy,” Miki murmured. He was tired. Fatigue tugged at the small of his back and dug its lazy fingers up his spine to feed off of Miki’s brain, leeching out any strength he had left in him. “I should go get Dude. Shit, he could be tearing the shit out of your parents’ backyard.”
“I’ll do that.” The mattress dipped and Kane’s weight shifted, then was gone. “Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll be right back and lock up the room.”
The bed was suddenly icy cold and lonely. Struggling to make his lifeless body respond, Miki grabbed at Kane’s hand before the man could move too far away. He drew Kane’s fingers into his mouth and kissed at the tips that both splayed him open and brushed away his tears. He blinked and looked up, focusing on the man standing silent at the side of the bed.
“I love you, you know.” Kane crouched, tightening his grip on Miki’s hand. Leaning over, he first kissed the botched tattoo on Miki’s shoulder, then brushed his lips over Miki’s jaw, whispering when he reached Miki’s earlobe, “You’re under my skin, Miki St. John. I can wait until you trust me… until you’re ready to let me love you like you should be loved. Even if you let me go, I’ll be waiting.”
“Don’t want to let you go, so no waiting,” Miki murmured, feeling the fatigue in his bones dragging him under. He tugged at Kane’s hand, drawing it across his chest until the man’s palm was over his heart. “This… me… hurts when you’re not here. I need you here. Think I love you, my stupid yelling cop. Now go get the dog so we can sleep. Tomorrow, you go catch the bad guy so I can get the hell out of your mom’s house before she eats my brain.”
THE smell of coffee brewing woke Kane up, and he snuffled his face into Miki’s thick hair to avoid his brain clicking on and hunting down the scent. The tickle grew, and he sighed, surrendering to the bean’s delectable pull. Working himself free from Miki’s sprawled limbs, Kane stumbled into the three-quarters bathroom to brush his teeth and take a shower, hoping he could scrape the night’s romp from his skin before the pot disappeared. Making another trip into the bedroom, Kane dug through his bag and dressed in a pair of jeans barely suitable for cop work. His button-up shirt stuck to a wet spot on his back he hadn’t wiped dry with his towel, and Kane turned to hunt for a pair of clean socks, stopping when he spied Miki still asleep on the bed.