Victor dismounted the wyvern, his boots landing hard against the stone courtyard. Blood clung to his armor, not his own. Another mission. Another victory. Another massacre. His fingers flexed around the hilt of his blade, still warm. The garrison guard bowed as he passed, but he ignored them, eyes already lifting toward the manor perched on the hill.
Aaron’s home.Victor didn’t ask for a feast or applause. He just wanted to see him, Duke Aaron, his reason. His anchor.But the doors didn’t open for him. No one waited.Instead, from the shadows of the archway, he saw Aaron step out in his formal black cloak. And behind him… four knights followed.Victor froze.The laughter of one knight echoed faintly as the door shut behind them all.His hand clenched so tightly around his blade, the leather grip groaned. He forced his gaze away, retreating into the barracks without a word. Cold water. No food. He washed the blood off, thThe next morning broke bright, sunlight streaming through the blinds in slanted gold lines. Keenan stirred against Geoff’s chest, blinking at the strange ceiling as if he still expected stone and timber instead of plaster and paint. He didn’t say anything right away, only pressed his face into the warmth of Geoff’s shoulder and inhaled as though anchoring himself.When Geoff finally coaxed him out of bed, Keenan dressed with stiff dignity, as though armor rather than soft cotton clung to his body. Yet his eyes betrayed him, darting, curious, catching every oddity in the room and beyond.Keenan walked through the city at Geoff’s side, his eyes climbing higher and higher until they reached the jagged crown of glass and steel above. He tried to hold his composure, but words betrayed him before he could stop them.“Those dragons stand so still,” he muttered, staring at the skyscrapers. “How do you keep them from waking?”
The night pressed close around their little world, heavy with silence except for the mingled rush of their breaths. Geoff lay back, chest heaving, watching the way Keenan hovered above him like a man caught between instinct and hesitation.Keenan’s eyes burned, dark and unsteady, his lips still swollen from the last bruising kiss. His hands trembled where they rested on Geoff’s shoulders, yet he didn’t pull away. Instead, he studied him, studied the way Geoff’s chest rose, the way every little shift of his body drew a hiss of breath. It was new, raw, frightening. And intoxicating.Geoff lifted a hand, sliding it along Keenan’s jaw, forcing his gaze back to him. “Don’t think,” he murmured, voice rough. “Just feel. I’ll show you.”Keenan swallowed hard but nodded.Their mouths met again, harder, teeth clashing, lips dragging until the kiss deepened, tongues tangling in desperate rhythm. Keenan gasped into it,
Geoff should’ve been spent. His body was still twitching from the force of release, lungs burning for air, sweat stinging his eyes. But lying there, sprawled over Keenan, their skin sticky with heat and cum, he realized he wasn’t done, not even close.Neither was Keenan.Keenan trembled beneath him, chest heaving, dark hair plastered to his forehead, but his eyes, half-lidded, dazed, still burned when they met Geoff’s. His lips, swollen, red, parted, let out shaky breaths, and when Geoff shifted, cock brushing Keenan’s thigh, Keenan’s hips answered with a restless roll, cock already stirring, hard again, aching.Geoff groaned low in his throat, voice rough. “You’re going to kill me.”Keenan’s breathless laugh cut into a gasp as Geoff dragged a hand down his stomach, over the slick mess of cum coating their skin, smearing it between his fingers. He pressed lower, hand wrapped Keenan’s cock, stroked slow, teasing,
The air in the room was heavy, damp with sweat and the echo of what they had just done. Geoff lay half sprawled across Keenan, chest rising and falling in rough rhythm, lips still brushing the curve of his shoulder as if reluctant to pull away. Keenan’s hand stayed clutched at his side, nails faintly etched into his skin, his grip trembling but refusing to let go. For a moment, it might have ended there, silence, exhaustion, the quiet thrum of connection humming between their chests. But the silence carried heat instead of calm. Their bodies had found something, struck a current they couldn’t shut off. The aftermath didn’t cool them, it set the next spark. Keenan shifted first, just a restless move of his hips, but Geoff felt it like a jolt of electricity. He lifted his head, eyes dark, jaw clenched. Keenan’s lips were red and swollen, his chest flushed, hair damp against his forehead, and Geoff’s restrain
The night stretched before them, an uncharted promise of discovery, passion, and a bond growing fiercely between two souls from different worlds. The air between them felt charged, thick, like lightning waiting to strike. Neither moved away; both leaned in, pulled by something too primal to resist.Their mouths met again, harder this time, heat pressed against heat, teeth grazing, lips dragging until the kiss turned almost bruising. Keenan shuddered under it, caught between fear and hunger, while Geoff devoured him with slow, deliberate control, like a man memorizing the taste of salvation.Geoff’s hand roamed lower, sliding along the sharp ridge of Keenan’s ribs, fingers splaying against the tense lines of his stomach. He could feel every tremor, every shallow breath, each one a confession that Keenan couldn’t voice aloud. His touch was reverent, yes, but possessive too, claiming territory inch by inch, mapping skin like he
Water ran warm over them as Geoff turned on the shower, steam curling around the small bathroom. Keenan stood stiffly, still processing everything he’d experienced, while Geoff’s hands moved confidently to help wash away the tension clinging to their skin.“Feeling better?” Geoff asked with a teasing smile, his touch gentle as he lathered soap along Keenan’s shoulders.Keenan gave a shy nod, the unfamiliar intimacy settling softly between them. “The water... it’s unlike any river or rain I know. Warm, comforting.”Geoff laughed softly. “There’s a lot you don’t know yet. How about we start with outside?”Keenan’s brows knitted in suspicion. “Outside? Into the wild?”Geoff grinned. “The wild’s just a city. And I promise, I’ll protect you.”As they stepped out of the apartment, Keenan’s eyes widened at the cacophony of sounds and lights. Then suddenly, a shiny metal beast roared past, tires humming against the pavement.Kee