Micah throbbed. So maybe he wanted that sort of violence, maybe he wanted to see what Kai was like, with no inhibitions.
“So fuck me,” Micah whispered.
“Fuck,” Kai rasped. He fumbled with his crutches. Micah limped closer to him, and Kai wrapped an arm around Micah’s waist, hauling him forward.
Then he ground his cock against Micah’s front, its weight demanding, pushing an indent into Micah’s belly. Micah shivered.
“You look so damn good,” Kai whispered, his gaze raking down Micah’s front, his hand slipping over Micah’s ass, grabbing him roughly between the legs.
There was only one layer separating them. Micah’s slick had soaked through his briefs. Kai pushed his fingers between Micah’s cheeks, finding his entrance, touching him right there, the spot that betrayed his desire.
Then Kai shoved a finger into Micah’s hole, fabric and all. Micah gasped, clenching around him.
Kai groaned. “Fuck, Davis.”
“Micah,” Micah whispered. “That’s my name.”
“Micah,” Kai growled, his gaze burning Micah’s skin.
Another jolt sizzled down Micah’s spine. “We can’t do this here,” Micah breathed, glancing at the hallway. York could step outside again. “Bedroom.”
Kai panted, nodding for Micah to go ahead of him. Micah hobbled out of the living room. Kai caught up with him, grinding his cock against the small of Micah’s back. Micah dripped.
He paused at his own door, except Kai nudged him forward. “My room.”
Micah stumbled to the next room and fumbled with the doorknob, trembling with a maelstrom of emotions. Fear that York would open his door and find them, anticipation of taking Kai inside him, and need—pure, unadulterated need.
He’d barely gotten the bedroom door open when Kai grasped his asscheeks through his briefs, spreading them open like he was going to fuck Micah right there. Micah’s breath punched out of him.
He staggered into Kai’s room, pausing so his eyes could adjust to the dimness. It smelled like elm and juniper in here, and heavy musk. So much musk, as though Kai and Spike had been fucking just earlier today. Micah gulped.
He’d never been alone with Kai, half-naked, his ass slick with how ready he was. Part of him felt embarrassed. The other part of him was so hard it hurt.
Kai shut the door and nudged Micah over to the bed. Micah released his walking stick, his cock bumping against the edge of the mattress. Pleasure hissed through his body.
Without waiting, Kai slid his fingers into the waistband of Micah’s briefs, and ripped them down his ass. A hot jolt speared through Micah’s insides. Kai stepped down on Micah’s briefs, shoving them to the floor.
This left Micah bare between his legs, vulnerable to his alpha. His musk coiled through the air.
“You’re hard for me,” Kai whispered, dragging his nose along Micah’s shoulder. “Gonna open you up.”
Micah whined, pushing himself up onto tiptoes. Kai bent Micah over, grabbed his hips, and hauled his ass up, getting Micah ready to take his cock.
Micah’s body tingled. His slick trickled down his inner thighs. There was nothing soft in Kai’s movements, nothing like Spike’s teasing.
It was different, but also good.
Kai shoved his covered cock against Micah’s ass, the fabric of his pants rough against Micah’s hole. Then Kai leaned in close, his breath hot on Micah’s ear.
“This is how it’s gonna be,” Kai rasped, reaching around Micah to squeeze his cock. “If you wanna leave, you need to do it now.”
The way Kai handled him—it was almost animal, except Micah trusted Kai with every bit of his life. He throbbed in Kai’s fist, blood coursing through his veins. “I’m not leaving.”
“Fuck.” Kai groaned, pinning Micah against the bed. He anchored his knee on the mattress, holding Micah down with his hips.
Over his shoulder, Micah glimpsed Kai ripping off his shirt, his pecs barely lit by the orange nightlight. Kai was beautiful, all toned muscles, his nipples dark, flat discs, his abs distinct angles and lines.
Then Kai released Micah, kicking off his pants. Micah gulped at his muscular thighs, the V of his hips. And the thick jut of his cock, curved ever so wickedly, a smear of precome glistening at his tip.
Micah whined. And reached behind himself, pulling his asscheeks open.
Kai swore, pinning Micah down with a large hand on his back. Then Kai shoved his cock between Micah’s cheeks, grinding heavily against Micah’s sensitive hole, each thrust hungry, barely-restrained.
“You look so good,” Kai rasped, rolling his hips, his cock smearing Micah’s slick between their skin. “So ready to take my cock.”
And he grasped Micah’s cheeks with his callused fingers, spreading him until Micah’s hole opened. The cool air of the room slipped into Micah’s body. Micah shuddered, his cock jerking helplessly against the mattress.
Having Spike touch him was one thing; Spike was utterly familiar with Micah’s body at this point. But Kai wasn’t. He could still find Micah lacking, now that his entire focus was on Micah.
Micah hid his face against the mattress, parting his legs to distract Kai.
Kai’s breathing hitched. He grasped Micah’s good knee, hauling it up to spread him open. This exposed all of Micah’s intimate parts—his needy cock, his tight balls, his damp hole. Micah panted, his skin tingling.
Then Kai hauled Micah up against himself so their hips bumped, and pressed two fingers right against Micah’s hole.
Without waiting, Kai shoved them inside, all the way to his knuckles.
Micah gasped at his sudden presence, his body opening around Kai. Kai’s fingers curled and twisted inside, learning Micah, finding that sweet spot, and shoving down hard on it. Pleasure rocked through Micah’s body.
Micah shuddered, jerking against Kai, his cock pulsing so hard he couldn’t think. “K-Kai!”
“Fuck,” Kai whispered, pressing down on that spot again, roughly, so Micah jerked. “So damn tight.”
Kai ground his cock against the crease of Micah’s leg, quick snaps of his hips that left no doubt how he’d fuck Micah the moment he got inside. Micah dripped, his throat so filled with need that he couldn’t speak.
Each thrust of Kai’s fingers brought Micah closer to the edge. Kai leaned in close to Micah’s back, his cock
