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“Let me in, baby.” Daven’s fingers slid through the crease, past the tight muscle ring and deeper inside Ryneth’s hole. Dropping his head with a growl, their foreheads met. “Your hole is fucking paradise.”

Ryneth whined when he started fingering him. “I need more, please.”

Daven gave him more, adding another finger and pressing deeper until Ryneth jolted with a moan. “That’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Ryneth panted.

“And what about this?” Daven added another finger, working him open with slow pressure until Ryneth broke for it.

Ryneth moaned, hips rocking back on Daven’s hand as he chased it. His cock was hard against his belly, already leaking. When Daven pressed closer, he wrapped his free hand around both of them and squeezed.

They both groaned at the sensation.

“Fuck.” Daven needed to fuck him. He needed inside that tight heat.

Letting go of them both, he caught Ryneth under the thighs and lifted him in one hard pull.

Ryneth gasped and wrapped his legs around Daven’s waist at once, his back pressing to the glass.

Daven pinned him there with his body, one arm locked under his thighs while the other slid between them, guiding himself into place. “Hold on,” he said, voice rough.

Then he pushed in.

Ryneth trembled when Daven bottomed out, his body tightening around him before giving way.

“Feels good, baby?”

A shaky groan answered him.

Daven smiled against his mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He started slow, holding Ryneth against the glass while the sound of them filled the quiet of the penthouse. The pace stayed steady at first, each thrust measured, each one dragging another low sound from Ryneth’s throat.

Pinned beneath him, Ryneth gave it all back. The arch of his body. The way his legs tightened around Daven’s waist. The way he kept opening for him like he wanted every inch.

That was what broke Daven’s patience.

His breathing roughened. The rhythm turned harder, faster, more possessive. He bit down on Ryneth’s shoulder and drove into him with a force that made the glass shudder behind him.

“I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you,” Daven said against his lips.

Another thrust knocked Ryneth’s head back, baring the long line of his throat under the kitchen lights.

Daven watched it happen and lost the last of his restraint. His hands shifted from Ryneth’s hips to his thighs, spreading him wider as he drove into him again, taking exactly what he wanted.

Ryneth’s hips bucked in search of more, his skin slick under Daven’s hands.

Daven tracked every tremor, watching the way Ryneth’s face changed as the pleasure climbed. The way his eyes rolled back. The way his mouth fell open. The raw sound that tore from him when the static snapped against the glass.

Then Daven reached between them and wrapped his hand around him, setting a hard rhythm that matched the movement of his hips.

“Look at me,” he growled.

Ryneth’s eyes snapped open, dazed and blown wide, just as Daven drove in deep and tightened his hand one last time.

Ryneth broke with a cry, body going taut against the glass as his release hit Daven’s stomach.

A second later, Daven followed, a rough sound leaving him as his hands locked harder on Ryneth’s thighs. He held him there through it, forehead dropping to Ryneth’s shoulder while the last of the static in the room faded to a faint hum.