All Chapters of Lubes City (Steamy BL Stories): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The rain had not stopped by the time the car turned onto the private road. Dante stood at the study window and watched the headlights move slowly between the dark trees. He had changed into a clean black shirt and washed the last traces of the warehouse off his skin, but the smell of gunpowder still seemed to cling to the back of his throat. The house was quiet. Most of the men had been sent to the outer buildings for the night. Only two guards remained inside. The front door opened and Dante heard Rico’s voice first, then the softer sound of another set of footsteps on the wooden floor. He stayed where he was until the study door opened. Rico stepped inside and gave a short nod. Behind him stood a young man in a gray hoodie and jeans. The hoodie was damp at the shoulders from the rain. His dark hair fell a little into his eyes. He carried a small, worn duffel bag in one hand and kept his back straight even though his grip on the bag looked tight. “This is him,” Rico said. Da

Dante stepped forward.Luca raised his hands and settled his weight the way Rico had shown him. The bleeding had stopped now, but a dark smear of dried blood was still across his upper lip and chin. His side still ached from the earlier fall, yet his breathing had steadied. He watched Dante’s shoulders carefully.Dante did not rush.He circled him slowly, eyes moving over Luca’s stance. “Your left foot is still too far forward,” he said. “Fix it before I make you fix it.”Luca adjusted without argument. “Like this?”“Closer. Stay light on your feet. If you plant too hard I will put you on the floor again.”Dante moved in. This time Luca stepped with the pull instead of fighting it. He broke the first grip and created a short space between them before Dante closed the distance once more. Their arms locked. Chest met chest for a full second. Dante felt the solid heat of Luca’s body through the thin shirt and the quick rise of his breathing.He pushed Luca back a step and reset.“That wa

Luca’s breath felt so haggard at this point, his breathing uneven due to shock. He wasn't completely a novice but seeing Dante like this made him feel a kind of way. He felt a kind of pull and could not look away. Dante’s dark eyes held him in place as if the distance between the doorway and the bed did not exist. The woman on top of him kept moving, completely lost in her own pleasure. Soft, filthy sounds spilled from her mouth without pause. She chased every sensation with greedy rolls of her hips, head tilted back, fingers digging into Dante’s bare chest. The wet rhythm of their bodies filled the quiet room. She had no idea of the unexpected audience, and she looked like she wouldn't care much if she did, she was greedily chasing her release.“Ah! fuck… yes, just like that… don’t stop…ppp!”Dante did not stop her. Rather he picked up his pace, meeting her pace with hard thrusts for each time their hips came in contact.He kept one hand on her waist and the other gripping her hip,

Luca’s breath left him in a short, shaky exhale. He stared at Dante. Dante’s thumb still rested against the edge of his lower lip, it was warm and steady. The older man’s eyes remained dark and patient, waiting without any sign of doubt that the command would be followed. Luca’s pulse hammered in his throat. Heat flooded his face. He wanted to step back. He wanted to pretend the night before had not happened, that the sight of Dante buried inside someone else while staring at him had not left him hard and restless until morning. “I cannot,” Luca said, voice rough. “This is a bad idea. You said it yourself. You are supposed to protect me, not…” “Not what?” Dante interrupted him patiently. His thumb pressed a little firmer against Luca’s lip. “Not want you? Not notice the way you looked at me while I came inside her? Not feel how hard you got just from watching?” Luca’s jaw tightened. He tried to turn his head away but Dante’s hand followed, keeping him in place with gentle

“Couldn’t sleep much?” Dante asked.He took another slow sip of wine and watched Luca over the rim of the glass. The low light above the bar threw soft shadows across his face. His shirt hung open at the collar, showing the strong line of his throat and the top of his chest. He looked completely calm, as if nothing from earlier in the day had touched him at all.Luca stayed near the kitchen doorway. The glass of water in his hand suddenly felt too cold against his palm.“I just needed water,” he said.“At two in the morning.”“Yes.”Dante set the wine down. The quiet clink of glass on wood sounded loud in the empty house. “Come here.”Luca did not move. “I am fine where I am.”“That was not a request.”The words came soft, but the authority underneath them was clear. Luca’s fingers tightened around the glass. He told himself to turn around and go back upstairs. Instead his feet carried him across the dark living room until he stood only a few steps from the bar.Dante turned on the st