FAZER LOGINA few days later, the balcony had become their rendezvous spot.The city lights glittered below as evening deepened into night. Kai and Ryan sat side by side with fresh coffee, the warm mugs resting on the small table between them. The air was cool against their skin, but the tension simmering between them felt anything but.Ryan’s arm rested along the back of Kai’s chair, his fingers occasionally tracing lazy patterns on the nape of Kai’s neck. Every light touch sent sparks down Kai’s spine.“You’ve been squirming in your seat for the last ten minutes,” Ryan murmured, voice low and amused. His thumb brushed the sensitive spot just below Kai’s ear. “Still sore from yesterday?”Kai shivered, biting his lip. “A little. But it’s the good kind of sore.” He shifted again, his cock already half-hard in his shorts at the memory. “Every time I move, I feel where you were.”Ryan’s eyes darkened. He leaned in closer, breath warm against Kai’s ear. “Good. I like knowing my cock is still with you
Later that evening, Kai couldn’t stay away.His body was sore in the most delicious way — ass tender, nipples still sensitive from Ryan’s mouth, faint marks blooming on his neck and chest. Every shift reminded him of how deep Ryan had fucked him, how full and totally fucked he’d felt. Yet instead of being satisfied, Kai was aching for more. His cock kept twitching at the memory, half-hard in his loose shorts.He didn’t even bother knocking. He just walked over and opened Ryan’s door.Ryan looked up from the couch, shirtless and wearing only those dangerous low-slung shorts. His eyes darkened instantly.“Couldn’t even make it till tomorrow?” Ryan asked, voice already husky as he stood up. “Greedy boy.”Kai didn’t deny it. He crossed the room and Ryan met him halfway, slamming their mouths together in a wet, desperate kiss. Hands roamed greedily — Ryan squeezing Kai’s ass, Kai running his palms over Ryan’s hard chest and abs.Ryan broke the kiss just long enough to pull Kai’s tank top o
The next morning, Kai was still throbbing with frustration. He’d jerked off twice in the shower, but nothing touched the deep ache Ryan had left him with blue balls so bad it almost hurt to move. Every time he shifted, he remembered the grind of Ryan’s thick cock against his, the wet heat of his mouth on his nipples, and the way he’d been so close to coming undone.A firm knock on the door made his stomach flip.He opened it to find Ryan standing there, looking like pure temptation: fitted gray t-shirt stretched across his chest, black shorts hanging low, and a cocky little smirk. In his hands were two large coffees and a bag of warm pancakes.“Peace offering,” Ryan said, voice already low and rough. “And a proper apology for leaving you high and dry last night. That alarm can go fuck itself.”Kai let him in, pulse racing. “It’s fine,” he muttered, even though his cock was already twitching back to life just from the sight of him.Ryan set everything on the counter and immediately pu
Kai’s knock was barely audible, but Ryan opened the door almost immediately, as if he’d been waiting. He stood there in nothing but a pair of loose black shorts riding dangerously low on his hips, the waistband barely clinging to the deep V of his obliques. His chest and shoulders were bare, tattoos stark against warm skin, muscles shifting as he stepped back to let Kai in.The apartment smelled like him — warm skin, faint soap, and something darker, masculine. The lights were low. The door clicked shut behind Kai with heavy finality.They didn’t waste time on small talk.Ryan closed the distance in two strides, cupping Kai’s jaw with one big hand. “You came,” he murmured, voice already rough. “Good boy.”Then he kissed him.It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry — deep and wet from the start. Ryan’s tongue pushed into Kai’s mouth, claiming, tasting, while his other hand gripped Kai’s waist and pulled their bodies flush. Kai whimpered into the kiss, the sound high and needy, his hands fistin
Morning light filtered weakly through the blinds, but it did nothing to dull the vivid memories playing on repeat in Kai’s head. He lay sprawled on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, as Ryan’s low, guttural groans from the night before echoed in his mind like a filthy soundtrack. The slick, rhythmic sounds of skin on skin. The deep, involuntary “fuck” that had slipped through the wall. The way Ryan’s breathing had grown ragged right before he came.Kai’s cock twitched at the recollection, already half-hard beneath the thin sheet. He groaned softly and rolled over, burying his face in the pillow. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered. “You listened to your neighbor jerk off once and now you’re like this?” But his body remembered everything in sharp detail — the heat that had flooded him, the way he’d stroked himself in perfect sync, coming harder than he had in months.He forced himself up and into the shower, letting the cool water run over his skin. It helped a little, but not enoug
Hey neighbor! Chapter 1 Kai wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm, cursing under his breath. The narrow stairwell of the old apartment building felt like a sauna. He’d been hauling boxes since early morning, and this final one—stuffed with his heaviest art books and supplies—had decided to be the hill he might actually die on. His lean arms burned as he tried to lift it again, the cardboard digging into his palms.“Need a hand, neighbor?”The voice was low and smooth, laced with easy amusement. Kai looked up and immediately forgot how to breathe properly.The man standing at the top of the stairs was tall, broad-shouldered, and unfairly fit. A simple black tank top clung to a muscular chest and defined arms, the fabric slightly damp from what must have been a recent workout. Loose gray shorts hung on his hips, revealing powerful thighs. Short dark hair, a sharp jaw, and a confident grin completed the picture. He looked like he belonged on a fitness poster, not
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The drive to Gideon’s penthouse was silent except for the rain still drumming against the car. Gideon’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. He didn’t say a word as he pulled into the private underground garage, nor when they rode the elevator up. The moment the penthouse door slammed shut be
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