Chapter Seventeen

Kage

O utside the bookstore, darkness loomed over London, but Kage wasn't ready to say goodbye yet. His heart was pounding, pumping his veins with affection and excitement. The mix of pure lust, protectiveness, and willingness to turn his life upside down for Finley amounted to one momentous feeling. Yes, he'd fallen hard. And he was still falling. Thankfully, Finley was holding his hand and maybe, just maybe, they were taking this fall together.

But first, he had to take good care of his man and ease the tension that had plagued both of them since their last encounter.

The brick walls of the alley in front of them had witnessed all manner of depraved acts over the years—far more debauched than what he was about to do with Finley. Kage headed into its depths, and Finley's steps right behind him told him he wasn't the only crazy one tonight.

He turned around, grabbed Finley by his shirt, and pinned him to the wall. His big body was as pliant as clay under Kage's fingers. He could mould the exterior, figure out Finley's kinks, but his core and its values were already set. And Kage wouldn't dream of changing a thing.

Finley licked his lips, and it was all the invitation Kage needed to claim them. Grinding his body against Finley's, he revelled in the softness of his mouth and the welcoming moan Finley released. Fuck, he was already hard, and they couldn't enjoy a long fuck session in a damn alley. Improvisation was key.

Pulling away, he traced his index finger over Finley's lower lip. Finley met his gaze and sucked, sending sparkles of lust to Kage's cock.

"Hands flat against the wall." Kage's voice dropped and Finley complied.

Kage fondled Finley's balls though the denim of his jeans, then popped the buttons open, revealing his black boxer briefs. With a sharp tug, he pulled the jeans to mid-thigh, keeping Finley's legs bound by the fabric.

"If you were mine, you'd be in a jockstrap with your ass lubed and plugged. So I could fuck you against the dirty bricks, hard and fast, then leave your hole dripping with my come."

"Please." Finley whispered in a stuttered breath. "Then make me yours."

The way Finley reacted to his every command, and yielded to the smallest of his touches, was the very essence that fuelled Kage's doubts. How could they ever be together? Nobody could be that perfect—cut in a precise way to match the jagged edges of his broken self.

Kage splayed his hand on Finley's abdomen under his shirt, then moved to the small of his back. He danced his fingers along the waistline of the briefs then dived under the fabric to trace Finley's hole with a fingertip.

"Fu —" Finley's curse never left him as Kage clamped a hand over his lips.

Kage kept their gazes locked but Finley's grew hazy as a moan rumbled in his chest. He moved his hips, making it clear exactly what he wanted.

Kage teased the rim he wished he could taste now, then pushed his finger in, knowing damn well that Finley had to feel the burn.

The groan and low mumbling from Finley suggested he enjoyed it.

"Do you like a bit of pain?" Kage licked a stripe along Finley's neck, lifting his hand off Finley's mouth.

Finley gasped, his ass tight around Kage's finger. "I thought I didn't. But this kind of pain is different. I want more of that."

With a smile, Kage shoved Finley's boxers down, releasing his cock, which sprang up to attention. Kage held his hand up to Finley's face and, without being asked, Finley swiped his tongue along the inside of his palm.

"That's my good Toy." Kage grabbed Finley's dick and stroked to the rhythm of his finger moving in and out of Finley's ass.

"Ahhh…" Finley vocalised his approval and Kage captured his mouth with his, swallowing the sounds. Sloppy, desperate, and hot as fuck, Finley kissed like it was the last day of his life, while Kage worked on making him a needy mess.

Kage broke the kiss and pulled his finger out so he could kneel on the rough cobblestones. His leg was protesting already, but he ignored the discomfort in favour of listening to Finley's ragged breathing.

He spit on his middle finger and reached between Finley's legs to slide it where it belonged. Looking up, he met Finley's gaze, unwavering and focused on Kage as if he were a lifeline.

"That's my cunt, understood?" Kage fingered it as he resumed stroking Finley's cock.

"Fuck, yes. Yes, Sir. "

Fucking hell, Kage had never been so desperate to own someone completely. "Say my name."

Finley's cock twitched next to Kage's face. "Yes, Kage. That's your cunt."

Holy shit, those words hit Kage like a wave of lust that went straight to his dick. Kage flattened the heel of his palm over it to release the tension. He didn't look down, but he felt the precome dripping against his thigh. "And I'll fuck it whenever I want."

"Please."

"Like right now." Kage didn't hide the challenge in his voice, wanting to check how far Finley was ready to go.

Finley moaned. "Someone could see us."

"Possible."

"We could get arrested." As if on cue, the faint bustle of the people on the street was broken by a Police siren in the far distance.

"Yes, and?" Kage smirked, awaiting his Toy's reaction.

"And I love it."

Finley's pink cheeks and stuttered breath showed how the thrill of being in public and the risk that came with it hit him as hard as it did Kage. Like two desperate teens unable to wait until they got home, they lost themselves in the moment. The light from the lantern barely illuminated them, but it was enough for Kage to see how Finley's cock was drizzling precome onto the cobblestones. Kage refused to waste one more drop.

"Stay quiet and don't move a muscle."

With his finger still inside Finley, Kage wrapped his lips around the plump head, swirling his tongue. He moaned in tandem with Finley, who thumped his head against the wall, baring his neck to the faint moonlight.

Kage's lips stretched around the girth of Finley's cock as he took in the length halfway, playing with it, but not sucking hard, not wanting to bring Finley close to release too quickly. Thrusting his hips forward gave Kage's trapped hard-on no relief and reminded him how he loved giving head. And how he hadn't done that in a long while.

Finley's thighs trembled as he was visibly straining to stay still. Hopefully, next time Kage would bind him to a cross, a bench, or bedposts, saving Finley the need to restrain himself from moving.

His Toy deserved a reward.

Kage worked his finger in faster, then risked adding another one, paying attention to Finley's reaction. He released a stifled whimper, flexed his asscheeks, then let Kage's second digit in.

Finley was looking down at him now, his lips parted, his cheeks flushed.

"Kage, please. I need to come."

Oh, how lovely. Such a good Toy, begging for his orgasm.

With mouth full, Kage nodded once and intensified his sucking, jerking the base of Finley's cock with his hand, while pumping into Finley's ass with the fingers of the other.

Finley's thighs quivered and his abdomen contracted as he shot onto Kage's tongue. He bit his own fist, stifling low, guttural moans.

It wasn't enough as the sound of approaching footsteps startled them both. Kage eased out of Finley and he swiped a hand over the satisfied smirk on his face.

Finley fumbled to pull up his jeans. "Someone's coming."

Pain exploded in Kage's hip and he pulled to his feet with a groan. "Someone already had." He grinned at Finley, who broke into a fit of giggles.

"Oi! Who's there? Bugger off, you punks!" An angry male voice echoed between the brick walls.

Perfectly aware that his leg was in no shape to run, Kage straightened his clothes, took Finley's hand and marched in the direction of the voice.

They passed the red-faced drunk by the entrance to the alley with heads held high.

"Good evening." It wasn't the first time Kage used his accent, called posh by some of his friends at the club, to appear a lot more composed than he actually was.

The man harrumphed something and headed in the other direction.

"I live around the corner if you don't have plans for the night." Kage squeezed Finley's hand, his heart in his throat. Despite having never brought a lover into his flat, it was so easy to invite Finley. He glanced at him, admiring his flushed cheeks and the way a smile was playing on his lips. His fiery hair was thick like a wolf's fur in the moonlight. Kage would love to make him howl from pleasure every night, then snuggle close until they fell asleep.

"Take me there." Finley's low voice was decisive as he walked where Kage was leading him.