Knockout

Juan Rivero stood by the window, the city's lights flickering like distant stars against the velvet night. Talton approached from behind, his breath warm on Juan's neck, fingers tracing the line of his spine with deliberate slowness. 'You've been avoiding me,' Talton murmured, voice low and laced with promise. Juan turned, eyes locking, pulse quickening. Talton's lips claimed his—soft at first, then insistent, tongues dancing in a heated rhythm that stole the air from the room. Clothes fell away in a rush. Talton's hands roamed Juan's chest, thumbs circling hardened nipples, drawing a gasp that echoed their shared hunger. Juan pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips, grinding down with a friction that sparked fire in their veins. Talton flipped them, pinning Juan beneath him, his cock hard and insistent against Juan's thigh. 'I want you,' Talton growled, slicking fingers with lube before pressing one inside, then two, stretching and teasing until Juan arched, begging with a broken moan. Talton entered him then, slow thrust building to a pounding rhythm, bodies slick with sweat. Juan's nails dug into Talton's back, urging deeper, harder. Explosions of pleasure ripped through them—romantic waves crashing into raw ecstasy, cries mingling as they shattered together, collapsing in a tangle of limbs and lingering kisses.