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“Good boy,” he murmured against his ear. “Look at you. Standing in the middle of the sky with me. You’re exactly where you belong.”

He nipped at Ryneth’s earlobe, and Ryneth let out a choked groan that went straight to Daven’s cock. Static cracked between them, bright enough to sting. The light under them surged, blue and gold flashing so bright it made Daven blink.

Then the last of Daven’s control gave way.

Dragging Ryneth back across the threshold, Daven kept him pinned against him, walking him backward through the glass doors and into the low light of the penthouse, his boots hitting stone with a heavy thud.

“Inside,” he growled. His hand closed around Ryneth’s throat. “You’re still vibrating. The static hasn’t left you.”

The terrace sealed behind them with a hiss. Low light spilled across black stone and glass. Beyond the walls, Helion still burned below them, too far down to matter.

“It won’t settle,” Ryneth admitted. “You left it there.”

Daven smiled and walked him backward until Ryneth’s heels hit the base of the glass wall. “Cold, baby?”

Ryneth let out a breathy sound that went straight to Daven’s cock.

Daven came in hot against him a second later, shoving both of Ryneth’s hands above his head and pinning his wrists to the pane with one hand. The other ripped Ryneth’s shirt open, leaving the front hanging loose.

He buried his face in Ryneth’s neck, teeth scraping skin hard enough to make Ryneth’s knees buckle. “Look at the city, aethera.” Daven’s mouth stayed at his neck. He nipped at the cord of it, licking the sting until Ryneth let out a broken sound. “All those lights, and no one down there knows how you taste. Only me.”

Daven’s hand slid down, unfastening Ryneth’s trousers and shoving them past his hips before hauling one of his legs over Daven’s hip and pinning him harder to the pane. Ryneth gasped. Helion burned below them, bright and far away.

Keeping his eyes on Ryneth, Daven dropped to his knees. His hands closed on the backs of Ryneth’s thighs, pulling him forward and holding him open while he looked his fill. “Look at you. Already shaking. Already waiting for me.”

Ryneth’s breath hitched, his fingers scraping at the glass as Daven leaned in. The first touch of Daven’s mouth tore a strangled cry out of him. He didn’t stop until Ryneth was shaking in his hands.

“Just like that,” Daven muttered against his skin.

He stayed there until Ryneth was sobbing for him, static snapping in frantic blue arcs across the ceiling, his hands locked on Ryneth’s hips as he held him in place and took exactly what he wanted.

Pulling back just enough to look up at him, he slicked his fingers and pressed in, working Ryneth open at a measured pace until his breathing turned ragged. When he pushed deeper, Ryneth shook harder, his head knocking against the pane with a dull thud.

“Good boy,” Daven praised. “Look at you. Opening up for me. All of this is mine.”

He rose in one smooth movement. Guiding himself to the entrance, he pressed in slow at first, then lost patience and thrust deep in one hard snap. The glass rattled against the frame. Ryneth hit the pane again, static flaring as blue sparks jumped from Daven’s skin to his lips.

Leaning in, Daven found the hollow of Ryneth’s throat. He hummed against the skin as he picked up speed, fucking into him hard enough to wrench a cry out of him each time. He buried his face in Ryneth’s neck, his tongue tracing the frantic beat of Ryneth’s heart.

As he worked him, his hand slid down between their bodies and wrapped around Ryneth’s length, gripping tight. A broken sound tore out of Ryneth at the sight of their reflection in the fogged pane.

“Look at the glass, Ryneth,” Daven groaned into his ear. “Watch how you break for me.”

His hand moved with the same brutal rhythm, and the combination shattered what little control Ryneth had left. He screamed, nails digging into Daven’s shoulders hard enough to draw blood. The glass fogged from the heat of their bodies, turning the city below into nothing but light.

“Give it to me,” Daven groaned. “Every spark. Every breath. Break for me.” He licked a path to Ryneth’s ear. “Scream for me. Let the city hear who you belong to.”

Ryneth broke with a high, thin cry, shuddering hard against the glass. He was still shaking when Daven let out a guttural shout, drove in one last time, and came hard, holding him there through the last violent pulse of it.

They stayed like that for a long moment. The glass stayed fogged behind them, their breathing rough in the sudden quiet. Daven pulled back just enough to look at him. He wiped a tear from Ryneth’s cheek with his thumb and kept his hand there. “Now,” Daven whispered against his mouth. “You’re home.”

Ryneth leaned in until their foreheads touched, and the static between them went quiet.

Daven stayed there, breathing him in, one hand sliding slowly down Ryneth’s side like he was checking that every part of him was still here. “Still with me?” he asked, voice lower now.

Ryneth’s lashes lifted. He looked wrecked and warm and completely Daven’s. “Mm. Good.”

Daven’s mouth brushed his once, softer than anything that had come before. “Good.” His thumb traced the mark at Ryneth’s palm before he pulled back. “Bed.”