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Grace

Grace relished the comfort of Mirage’s fist clutching the back of his jacket as they exited the elevator to their floor.

He’d given Mirage what he’d needed downstairs. His confession was true, and he hoped it would put him at ease.

They had come close to death, but the universe had granted them more time.

What’d happened to them earlier wasn’t a loss. Following Meridian’s lead, he believed they’d made the right decision by releasing Woyashi to the Order and coming back to headquarters to do some reconnaissance.

Where the fuck did they start?

Tomorrow.

Tonight would be theirs.

Mirage closed the minimal distance between them and rested his lips on the back of Grace’s neck. His breath was warm as he wrapped his strong arms around his waist.

Grace took a moment to recline against Mirage’s chest, allowing his calm heart to beat against his back.

“Face me,” Mirage ordered as he loosened his hold.

Grace turned and looked down at him. It was only a moment before he closed his eyes.

Sometimes, Mirage was hard to gaze upon for too long.

Grace’s shirt was still open, and Mirage ran his palms along the large bandage on his abdomen.

The cut wasn’t painful, nor did it cause him any discomfort. It was a nuisance more than anything.

Mirage traced the outline of his abs, igniting erotic sensations the higher his caresses went.

When Mirage reached his shoulders, he started with soothing pressure before kneading in places that craved relief.

The rhythmic motions of those skilled hands relaxed the last traces of his stress.

His cock was getting hard, and so was Mirage’s. He could feel the thick bulge pressing into his upper thigh.

Grace groaned, tilting his head back for more, allowing the day’s events to fade to black.

Mirage cradled his jaw with both hands, tilting Grace’s head until he was staring into those soft cashmere-gray eyes.

I need you so fuckin’ bad right now. I want you in my bed all night, and this time, don’t leave before the sun rises.

Mirage paused with his mouth an inch from his.

Grace moaned with want.

Mirage brushed his soft, sweet lips against his. The kiss was so fucking gentle and full of affection and sincerity that it almost made Grace’s knees buckle.

Mirage, fuck.

Mirage whispered into his mouth, his warm breath like a summer breeze in the midst of a torrential storm.

He pulled away, their lips ghosting, hovering in anticipation.

“One hour,” Mirage murmured into his mouth. “I’ll come to you in one hour, Grace.”