Chapter 13
He found me on a staircase of steel.
Nowhere near Heaven, a Devil making a deal.
Come on down, son, my Satan said with a grin.
Come with me and we’ll make Sinner’s Gin.
—Gin and Demonic
“NO, THERE’S just me,” Kane whispered finally. “Just you and me, baby.”
“Good,” Miki whispered. “Because I don’t want to think about anyone else. I want this. I want you, Kane.”
Kane felt good against him. Too right on his skin. A part of him wanted to shove the man away… to shove Kane as far out of his life as he could, but the selfish child inside of him whimpered at the thought. It’d been too long since he’d been held. Too long since a man whispered how much he was wanted. Too long since he heard all of the lies men told him when they wanted him to spread his legs so they could fill him with their release, only to walk away leaving him empty and wanting something more.
It was wrong to believe Kane when the man said he would give Miki more, but Miki wanted to believe him.
Even if it was too much of a lie to believe.
Kane’s palms were rough on his skin. Small imperfections and calluses caught against the smooth landscape of Miki’s stomach, and then Kane smoothed over the roughness with a gentle feathering of his fingers over the reddened spot. The man’s stubble-burred jaw scraped Miki’s neck, and then the sting of Kane’s teeth in the hollow of his throat made him gasp. Digging his fingers into Kane’s shoulders, he shifted under the man’s heavy body, easing his right leg out.
Then Kane moved away, leaving Miki’s heated skin to cool.
He didn’t want to beg. He’d be damned if he begged, but Miki’s throat widened with the barbed words anyway. Swallowing at the lump forming at the back of his mouth, he tried not to spit out his anger at the man drawing off of him, but it was hard.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
“I want to taste you first,” Kane whispered.
“We can….” Miki was silenced with a punishing, hard kiss, and he gasped, trying to regain his breath.
“Let me do this for you,” Kane said. “Let me take care of you. For right now, lay back and let me make this all about you. When was the last time someone did that for you, huh?”
He didn’t want to say never, but it hovered on his lips. His past sexual encounters were mostly fumbling dark-alley blowjobs given to guys who wanted Miki’s mouth on their dicks, not the other way around, and when Sinner Gin had finally broken out on stage, he was working too hard and drove himself too fast to do more than quick hand jerks given to him by faceless, sexless fans in backstage corners or in the shadow of Sinner’s Gin’s tour bus.
Miki wanted more than what he’d had in the past. He needed Kane to be with him, to take his time with Miki’s torn body. Falling back onto the bed, he reached out and hooked his hand around his lover’s neck, pulling Kane in for a kiss. When Miki gasped for air, Kane broke free and began to run his tongue over Miki’s bare skin.
Kane spending time licking at his body was far more than Miki ever dreamed about, much less hoped for.
His nipples were as hard as his cock, maybe even harder once Kane’s mouth closed over his left nub. The man’s tongue flicked over the dense bit. Pinched lightly between Kane’s front teeth, his nipple throbbed, and his body responded to the wet, sweet pain of the man’s bite. Kane’s fingers stroked first at his other nipple. Then, when he moved over to lave at Miki’s unattended nub, that same hand traveled downward, snagging the drawstring loop of Miki’s pants. Kane’s nimble fingertips made quick work of Miki’s waistband bow. Plucking the ends loose, he dove in slowly, the back of his hand scraping across the slender down trail below Miki’s navel until he reached what he was searching for.
“Kane…,” Miki growled, torn between wanting the man’s touch and the crawl of tingling nerves as his dick responded to the whisper of fingertips at its root.
“Just hold it in, babe.” The tantalizing hand withdrew, and Kane rose up onto his knees, straddling Miki’s thighs. Hooking his fingers into Miki’s waistband, he slowly drew the cotton fabric down, taking extra care not to jostle his right knee. Kissing the trail of barbed-wire scar around the joint, Kane traced it up until its end, a faint starburst on the inside of Miki’s thigh.
Sprung free from its prison, Miki’s cock jostled for attention, a glistening curve of ivory tipped with pink. Kane leaned forward to kiss its tip, and Miki gasped, jerking his hips back. Grinning at the sensitive response, Kane clasped Miki’s hips and held him steady, adjusting his stance until he was kneeling between Miki’s legs. The man parted his thighs and panted out a guttural moan when Kane moved his right knee over a pillow.
“You okay?” Kane reached up with one hand and cupped Miki’s cheek. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No…,” Miki groaned, digging his shoulders back into the mattress. “I just needed it up on a pillow. It’s okay. God, don’t stop. I’ll kill you in your sleep if you stop right now.”
“Now, if that isn’t incentive,” Kane murmured. “Hold on to me, babe. Hold and just… let go.”
Miki didn’t know how long he could last. Certainly not longer than they’d already been kissing, and when Kane’s hot mouth closed over the tip of his cock, he almost exploded into Kane’s throat. The man pulled back, coaxing a low, groaning keen out of Miki’s throat when he laid a skim of butterfly kisses down Miki’s hard shaft. Gripping the base of Miki’s sex, Kane gently stroked the slick skin and sparse hair with his thumb.
“Kane,” Miki gasped and pushed at the man’s shoulders lightly.
“What, Mick?” He didn’t stop long enough to do more than whisper those words before he dropped back down to lick at Miki’s cock tip, parting the slit with his tongue.
“Can you….” Miki shut his eyes. Something inside of him lingered dark and heavy in his chest, and he reached for Kane’s hard arms, anchoring himself in the moment with the feel of the man straddling him. “Can you take off your clothes? Please? I… I’ve never had anyone with me long enough to…. It would be like you’re staying, you know?”
Kane stopped and drew himself up, staring down at the man he’d brought to a frenzied need. For a moment, Miki wondered if he’d go insane waiting for Kane’s answer, but then the cop slid off of the bed and began pulling his clothes off. As he stepped out of his jeans, Kane’s erection drew Miki’s attention first. He stood at the end of the bed, letting Miki get a good look at the man who battered down the walls he’d put up around himself.
“Take a good look, Miki love.” Kane’s voice was a rough pour of Irish over sex. “Because I’m staying.”
Years of working with wood and training for the force sculpted Kane’s body. His arms bulged as he tossed his shirt aside, and as he twisted, his ass muscles tightened into dips before relaxing into firm rounds. The cut of his abdominal muscles was framed by his hips, and a thick black pelt surrounded the heavy weight of his stiff, long sex. He held his arms out, giving Miki a cocky smile, and turned around, laughing when the singer blew an off-key wolf whistle at him.
Kane’s smile was silly enough to ease the razor-fanged butterflies feasting on Miki’s stomach.
It wasn’t a perfect body. Instead, it was the body of a hard-muscled man who grew up with a band of rowdy brothers and lived a life as fully as he could. There were scars. The largest, a thin line of white through tanned skin, ran from Kane’s left hip up his ribcage. Another, a lighter swatch of brown, marked the space under his left knee. Miki didn’t mind them. He had his own scars, both inside and out.
Kane’s stomach rippled when he moved toward the bed, his muscled chest and arms flexing as Kane put his hands on the mattress to balance himself while he kissed the jut of bone on Miki’s right ankle. A light constellation of freckles spanned the top of Kane’s shoulders, and Miki made a silent promise to himself to kiss every single coffee-splash dot before Kane slipped away from him.
Taken as a whole, Kane was the most beautiful man Miki ever had the pleasure of seeing.
Then Kane’s hands roamed up his calves and over his hips, and Miki forgot everything other than the touch of the man’s mouth and tongue.
He knew he wouldn’t last. Not after so many years of being unable to do anything more than cry, but Kane took his time, suckling on his cock and pulling back up its length when it seemed like Miki was about to lose himself. Clutching at the root, Kane held Miki’s release tight, slowing down his strokes until they became whisper-soft touches. When Miki was finally able to see again, Kane began anew, wrapping his lips around Miki’s flange and scoring the velvety skin lightly with a brush of his teeth.
His cock grew wet with Kane’s spit, and Miki parted his legs, needing to thrust himself deeper into Kane’s hot mouth, but the man’s broad hand on his hip held him down. Frustrated, Miki threaded his fingers into the soft ruff of Kane’s hair and gripped the man’s nape.
“Kane, I’ve got to come,” Miki begged. “God, just let me go.”
“No, baby,” Kane whispered, running his tongue around Miki’s head. “I don’t want to let you go. Not now. Not ever.”
The promise in Kane’s voice drew Miki’s balls tight, and he lurched up, curling his body around Kane’s shoulders. The tears hit, riding fast on the heels of his release, and when the lightning from his cock struck, Miki held on tight to the man stroking him. The heat unspooled quickly, spreading through his body in a wave of overwhelming sensations Miki had no name for.
His throat tightened, and he struggled to breathe, jerking with the intensity of his orgasm. It built up from his balls, choking past the tangle of nerves at his cock’s base, then spilled out in a stream of hot liquid. His climax hit again, the second wave drawing itself out longer, and he held on tighter, feeling Kane’s skin give beneath the press of his nails.
Miki tasted blood, and he licked at his lips, not surprised to find he’d bitten through the tender flesh. His insides begged for Kane’s touch, and when he thought he couldn’t stand much more, the tip of Kane’s spit-damp finger edged into his opening and slid in, spreading him enough for Miki to have a taste of what it would feel like to have Kane’s cock delving into him.
His orgasm ripped through him, and Miki screamed Kane’s name. The man wrapped his arms around Miki’s waist and rocked him, hissing when Miki’s teeth sank into the meat of his shoulder. Miki held on, his cock reveling in its awakening. The skin on his shaft tightened and gave when his balls emptied again, the head growing too tender to be touched. Miki ached along the length of his sex, and still, his body continued to release, spilling out every drop of want and desire he’d held in for too long.
Miki’s jaw ached, and he finally let go of Kane’s shoulder, horrified at the deep purpling beginning to spread over the spot he’d bitten. Weakened, he murmured an apology, but it came out a whisper of nonsense and pleasure. Grinning at Miki’s insensibility, Kane leaned them both back into the pile of pillows scattered at the head of the bed and shifted Miki’s boneless body into a more knee-friendly position.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to rest.” Kane kissed Miki’s bitten lips. “You strong enough for me to take you bent over the bed?”
“I don’t know. That’s a lot of standing I’d have to do,” He blinked and snorted, cradling Kane’s arm when he draped it over Miki’s chest. “And maybe I want to have you bent over the bed.”
“I’m the one who got the condoms and lube,” Kane whispered, stealing another kiss from Miki’s open mouth. “I get first dibs on your ass. You can have me later.”
A RUMPLED, naked Miki was possibly the sexiest thing Kane ever saw in his life. The man’s legs seemed to go on for miles, and as the singer bent forward to grab at the bottle of lube Kane tossed onto the bed, Kane was tempted to bite down on the ripples of bone along the man’s rib cage.
Miki’s shocked yelp was well worth the slap Kane got when he sank his teeth into the man’s side.
“Shit, we didn’t eat. I might be a little hungry….” Miki began to crawl off the bed, but Kane grabbed him by the hips and pulled him back.
Kane sent a mental thank you to the designer who stocked Miki’s home. The bed linens were luxurious, a satiny cotton that made it easy to slide his lover over. He swallowed Miki’s laughing protest in a fierce kiss and worked the man’s fingers off of the bottle of lube, letting it drop onto the mattress.
“We’ll eat later,” Kane promised. “Right now, I’ve got other things for you to do.”
It took delicate maneuvering, but Kane’s hands were insistent, and he edged Miki over onto his lap. The singer’s long legs wrapped around Kane’s hips, and he caressed the man’s injured leg, working a gentle massage over the scars running a hopscotch around his knee.
“You okay?” Kane asked softly, returning his mouth to the column of Miki’s throat.
“Yeah, it feels more stretchy than hurting,” Miki murmured. “It’s… not bad.”
He was learning to love the blushing pink marks his teeth made on the man’s pale skin. The tender area on his throat was an erotic zone for Miki, and with every bite and rake, the man squirmed and moaned. Suckling at the crease between Miki’s throat and shoulder, Kane drew up a welt, scoring the spot with his bite as he rolled the skin with his teeth.
Miki’s cock was hard again, leaking a clear dribble of need when Kane’s fingers danced over its head. Smoothing the liquid into the velvety skin, Kane slid his hand slowly down the man’s shaft, tightening his grip when he reached Miki’s balls. Cupping the delicate sac, Kane played with their weight, tugging gently until he felt the bite of Miki’s fingernails digging into his arms. He dropped his hand further down, teasing the opening hidden between Miki’s cheeks. The furl gave slightly under the pressure of his fingers, and he lightly circled the man’s entrance.
“You like that?” Kane whispered against Miki’s parted lips. “Want more?”
“Yeah,” Miki rasped. “God, yeah.”
The lube was scented, a sweet almond aroma that spread to fill the room when it hit Miki’s hot skin. Kane’s fingers were coated with the slick, and it ran down into his palm as he parted Miki’s opening with a delicate pressure. Miki took the foil packet from and bit into its corner to open it. Then spat out the dribble of lubricant he got on his tongue from tearing open the wrapper. Scraping at his tongue with his front teeth, he made a face at its taste.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Miki grumbled at his smirking lover. “That shit’s nasty.”
His cock eagerly stood for the condom, and Kane fitted the tip over his head quickly, shoving it down until it caught on his root. A stroke down seated the latex tightly on his shaft. Then Miki gasped when Kane’s fingers dipped into him, spreading him apart.
“Shit, warn a guy,” Miki growled into Kane’s shoulder.
“Okay, hold on,” Kane warned. “I’m going to be fucking you. Hard.”
Miki shuddered in anticipation from the heavy promise in Kane’s words. He wiggled against Kane’s hips, his shins taking most of his weight as he balanced on the mattress. Angling his ass up, he fell slightly forward, rubbing his chest against Kane’s with a slow, erotic burn of sweaty skin on skin.
Kane pushed deeper into his lover’s heat, pulling out a rumbling groan from Miki’s open mouth. With the singer pressed against him, Kane had a good view of the man’s pretty face, softened with arousal. His full lips were dappled from being bitten, and a long trail of slightly raised welts danced down Miki’s throat and across his collarbone. The man’s rich brown hair cascaded across his cheekbones, dusting over Kane’s chest, and Miki’s hands were clenched into fists, resting on Kane’s shoulders.
Kneading his hands against Kane’s body, Miki held as still as he could while Kane worked his fingers in until his palm lay flush against the underside of Miki’s ass. Once entrenched, Kane let Miki rest before he parted his fingers to work his lover’s tension free. The muscles in Miki’s body responded to Kane’s touch, and the singer relaxed, taking in more of Kane’s fingers with a sighing murmur.
“Not enough,” Miki pleaded. His head was down, so Kane couldn’t see the spark of emerald he wanted to flash in Miki’s eyes before he seated himself into Miki’s body. Cupping the man’s chin, Kane guided Miki’s head until he could see his face.
He was in love with Miki’s face. Kane could admit that easily without letting the rest of his heart murmur its pleasure at Miki’s presence in his life. The man’s thick black lashes and exotic features were dominated by his enormous green-gold eyes and sweet mouth. Framed by his rich mahogany-shot hair, Miki’s face could make angels weep and haunt a cop’s dreams. Somewhere, someone made the perfect beautiful male and tossed him away, letting Miki drift like flotsam until Kane found him. It broke a part of Kane’s heart open, and he wanted to kiss away the sadness lingering in the shadows of Miki’s gaze.
“There you are,” Kane whispered. Slanting his mouth over Miki’s open lips, Kane drew his hand away from Miki’s ass and licked the roof of his lover’s mouth when he began to protest. Murmuring softly about how good Miki felt straddling him, Kane shifted his legs and guided his cock to the slick, gaping pout waiting for him.
Slathered with lube, Kane slid into Miki as if he’d been created to fill the singer’s body. Parting Miki’s opening, Kane took a deep breath when Miki canted his body and took him in. As Kane inched further into Miki’s passage, Kane rubbed at his lover’s spine, stroking him gently while Miki struggled to find air. Gasping, Miki dropped his head down until his forehead rested on Kane’s muscular shoulder. He lifted his arms, wrapping them around Kane’s torso, and quivered, panting with the pleasure of being filled.
“I’ve got you, Miki love,” Kane’s fingers tangled into Miki’s hair, and he caressed the man’s nape, feeling Miki slowly relax around his erection. “We’ll take our time.”
Pulling himself up, Miki kept his head down as he pushed against Kane’s thighs. A change in the angle of his hips, and Kane’s cock nearly slipped free of his ass, but Miki ground his hips back, moving in a small circle to recapture Kane in his tight grip. Kane shivered from the sudden plunge of his cock into the cold air of the room, only to be engulfed by the simmering warmth of Miki’s slick hole. Another tilt, and Miki gave a whispering moan, filling himself again with Kane’s heft. Reaching forward, he palmed his own cock, only to have his hand pushed away.
“Let me,” Kane insisted. “I want to do that for you, baby. I want to make you explode.”
Kane’s fingers found him, stroking at his length until Miki’s hard cock jerked and twisted in his hand. Murmuring encouragement, Kane began to thrust up, piercing Miki’s core with a solid push of flesh. They began to move, finding the pulse between their bodies. In a few heartbeats, Kane found the right hook to follow, and he gripped Miki’s hip with his free hand, guiding the man into a steady rhythm.
Miki’s tight, velvet grip around his cock drove Kane wild as he plunged in and out of his lover’s body. Buried inside the man for the first time, he pushed himself deep to stroke against Miki’s pleasure. He struck the spot, and Miki’s body untangled around him in a sudden, frenetic squirm. Miki grunted for more, and Kane tried to time his strokes with the roll of his fingers. The lube on his hand turned Miki’s cock to a satiny-hard shaft, and he worked down its length, burnishing the head with his palm before fondling his way back down to the base.
Unable to hold himself back, Miki covered Kane’s fingers with his own hand. They slid up and down Miki’s sex with their tangled fingers, its lube-slick skin rolling over the shaft in time with the thrusts of Kane’s hips. Encouraged by Kane’s whispers, Miki drove down to meet his lover with each stroke.
“I can’t last, Miki. Gonna lose it.” Kane shuddered, trying to slow his own release.
The spiraled clench of Miki’s passage on him was nearly too much to handle, and he felt the rush of his seed beginning to boil up from his sac. Quickening, he flicked his thumb over Miki’s entrance, running the spread of lube around the rosette so he could pound Miki harder. The rough feel of his finger against Miki’s crinkled entrance drove Kane to lose himself in the feel of his lover’s skin sliding against him.
“Too much, Kane,” Miki gasped. “Going to come.”
Grasping himself firmly, Miki pulled his sex hard, jerking his palm over the head as he tried to match the thrusts pounding up inside of him. His shoulders and stomach trembled with the release building along his erection, and Kane began to rock faster, determined to drive Miki over the edge.
Nearly painfully hard, Miki’s cock throbbed once, then spurted a thin trail of white. It spread over his fingers, seeping down between the cracks of his knuckles. A moment later, another climax hit him, and he shot wide, splattering Kane’s chest with a blast of hot seed. Continuing to rock on Kane’s sex, Miki lunged forward, dropping his shoulders and pushing back onto the other man, driving Kane as far in as he could take him.
Kane picked up his pace, moving in time to the man’s encouraging grunts. Digging his fingers into the small of Miki’s back, he regained his control long enough to hold on, slapping their bodies together in a wet slide of skin on skin.
A spark of release hit Kane hard, and he leaned back, nearly losing his balance as his cock erupted. Miki crested again, and Kane cried out, driven to his orgasm by the clench of Miki’s muscles around his shaft. Pulled in by the man’s contractions, Kane gritted his teeth and came hard. Sweat dotted his chest and ran down his torso as he gripped Miki’s shoulders and drove his lover down onto his throbbing shaft.
Engulfed fully, Kane thrust one last time into Miki, the tight sac under his erection giving to his release and curling up into the hollow of his thighs. The hot spill bloomed into Miki’s passage, working a flood of sexual desire through the tight space between them. The latex swelled, filling to the brim with Kane’s seed, and Miki gasped at the volcanic rush coursing from Kane’s shaft, his own cock seeking its final, fluttering release.
Kane eased Miki down, reluctantly laying the panting man onto the mattress. The singer complained softly when Kane’s softening erection slid free of Miki’s rippling entrance. Bound by sweat and drying lube, they kissed what parts of each other they could reach, wet skin slick under their palms, and the smell of musky sex blended with almond oil.
“Fuck, that was nice,” Miki finally gasped. Panting slightly, he stretched out over the bed, sucking in as much air as he could. “I’m going to hurt like hell tomorrow but it was worth it.”
“Nice?” Kane muttered. The muscles in his legs were rubbery, and there was a creaking ache beginning to form in his spine. Next to him, Miki looked well-fucked, his skin glowing gold and his mouth slightly swollen from Kane’s tongue and teeth. “Fucking hell, it was more than nice. You wore me out, and I get nice?”
“Yeah, nice.” Miki turned his head, sleepily winking at the man lying next to him. “Maybe next time, we can aim for pretty good.”
“What do I have to do to get a fucking fantastic?” Kane eyed his lover suspiciously.
“Make me forget my name,” he murmured, his green eyes gleaming with satiation.
“Deal.” He chuckled, rolling over to give Miki a slow, simmering kiss. “Just so long as you don’t forget mine, Miki love, because you’re going to be screaming it for a very long time.”