ログインEnzo’s POVI never planned to end up on my knees in a private room above a club that didn’t appear on any map.The air smelled like expensive whiskey, gun oil, and the faint metallic tang of blood that never quite left the walls. Rocco sat in the wide leather chair like he owned the entire city, which, for all practical purposes, he did. Dark suit, no tie, sleeves rolled to the forearms. The kind of man who didn’t raise his voice because he never needed to. Asher stood to his right, half a step behind, arms crossed, watching me with those sharp green eyes that always seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.I was the new acquisition. The shared plaything. That was the deal my brother had made to clear a debt that would have otherwise gotten him killed. I hadn’t been consulted. I’d simply been delivered.Rocco’s gaze dragged over me slowly, from the collar of the white shirt they’d given me down to the way my hands flexed at my sides.“Take it off,” he said.My fingers went to the b
Josh's Pov Magnus’s eyes flashed with something dark and satisfied. He didn’t smile. He just nodded once, like a contract had been signed in blood, then turned away from me and closed the casket lid with a soft, final click. The sound echoed in the empty room. Daniel disappeared from view, sealed away, and the last physical barrier between what we had just done and the rest of the world vanished with him. I stood there with Magnus’s cum still leaking down my thigh, jeans fastened but not clean, mouth still tasting of him, and watched as he picked up his suit jacket from a chair and shrugged it on. His movements were controlled, almost calm, but the tension in his shoulders hadn’t eased. If anything, it had settled deeper. “The burial is in forty minutes,” he said without looking at me. “You’re with me all day. And when it’s over, you’re coming home with me.” I nodded even though he wasn’t watching. My voice felt scraped raw. “Okay.” He finally glanced back. His gaze dragged over
Josh's Pov The last door clicked shut with a soft, final sound. The funeral director had given Magnus a polite, careful look before leaving—something that said "take as long as you need"—and then we were alone. Just the three of us. Me. Magnus. And Daniel’s body lying still and pale in the open casket under the soft lights. The classical music had been turned off. The air felt heavier without it. The lilies still poured their thick, sweet smell into the room, mixing with the lingering traces of cologne that clung to the dead man like a second skin. My pulse hadn’t slowed since Magnus ordered me to stay. If anything, it had gotten worse. Louder. Meaner. Magnus hadn’t moved from the casket. He stood with his back partially to me, one hand still resting on the polished wood, head slightly bowed. The black suit stretched across his shoulders. I could see the tension in the line of his neck, the way his fingers flexed against the edge like he was fighting the urge to slam the lid shu
Josh's PovI arrived twenty minutes late on purpose.The funeral home sat on a quiet street lined with old trees that had already started dropping their leaves. The sky was grey. The kind of afternoon that felt like it was holding its breath. I parked two blocks away and walked the rest of the distance. I had on a black shirt sticking slightly to my back, jeans that were too tight and boots scuffing the pavement. Every step felt like a decision I kept making over and over again.I shouldn’t have come.The second I pushed open the heavy wooden doors a smell hit me—lilies, thick and sweet, mixed with floor polish and the faint, expensive cologne he used to wear. The same cologne that used to cling to my sheets, my skin, the hollow of my throat after he left in the middle of the night. It was everywhere in here, like the dead man had decided to haunt the air itself.Soft classical music leaked from hidden speakers, something slow and polite. People in black stood in small clusters, speak
Ryan's pov The coil at the base of my spine wound tighter with every deep stroke, every rough stroke of his hand and every filthy praise he breathed against my skin. My fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. I could feel the edge rushing up—sharp and inevitable. Ahhh....yes fuck." I couldn't help the words coming from my mouth. Zino drove in deeper and held there, grinding against that perfect spot, hand still working my cock in short, relentless strokes. “Let go Father ,” he ordered, voice low, sending all kinds of signals through my body. “Right here on the floor of your church. Let me feel you come apart.” The command shattered whatever was left of my resistance. I came with a choked cry, spilling over his fist and my own stomach in thick pulses while my body clenched around him. The pleasure was blinding, almost painful in its intensity. "Mmm. Mmm..." Zino kept moving through the aftershocks, short and hard, chasing his own release end while my body sti
Ryan's povI prayed until my knees ached.Two full days. Morning Mass, evening prayer, the long silent hours in between on the prie-dieu in the rectory chapel. I forced every memory of his mouth, his voice, the way he had looked up at me from the floor, into the shape of a confession and then begged to be scrubbed clean of it."Forgive the weakness. Forgive the sound I made. Forgive the way I held his hair. Erase him from me."It almost worked.By the second afternoon the sharpest edges of the memory had dulled. I could walk through the church without feeling the ghost of his tongue and slept without waking hard and furious at myself. When I looked at the empty space near the stone wall across the street and found no dark-haired stranger leaning there with a cigarette, something in my chest loosened with relief.He was gone.Thank God.I told myself that over and over while I wiped down the pews, while I replaced the candles, while I locked the side door at dusk. Good that he had take
Two months ago when my mom called to say Rhys was coming home for Thanksgiving I'd said great, cool, can't wait in the most convincing voice I owned and then sat on my dorm room floor for twenty minutes doing absolutely nothing.A year.Three hundred and sixty five days of distance and silence and
After my classes for the day, I didn't waste any time heading back to the dorm. It was only 6pm and I was so excited. I cleaned up and waited for 9pm. By 8:40 pm I got a text from Jennie You better not be doing what I think you are doing. I typed back immediately Ha ha. Very funny. You sh
It was finally Thursday. And guess what? I was handling it very maturely by not thinking about it every single second of every waking hour. Scratch that. I was not handling it maturely at all. out of excitement I even had to call my sister to tell her about it, because she was the only one
I lost count of how many times I jerked off to the image of Adrian watching while I stroked myself until my cock was spent. The next morning I couldn't stop thinking about it too during swim practice. And the one after that. Cole had a thesis paper due in three weeks and had essentially relocat