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They were silent for several long minutes, their attention captured by the show above them.

More and more lights began to flick across the sky like sparks.

Kai scooted closer, until his hip was pressed against Atticus’ side.

Atticus raised his hand from where it had been resting on his chest, reaching up tentatively to rub small circles into Kai’s back, brushing his fingers over his own name, a satisfied smirk tilting his lips when Kai leaned back into the touch.

“It’s really beautiful,” Kai said, eyes still trained upward. Atticus chuckled.

“Is this where I’m supposed to agree while I’m looking at you instead of the sky?”

Kai made a face, scrunching his nose up. “Ew.”

Atticus laughed fully. He moved his hand, slipping it under the hem of Kai’s hoodie, letting his fingers trail the same circles across warm skin. He could feel the way the muscles under his hand tensed at the contact. Atticus paused, hand freezing out of fear that he’d pushed too far.

“Attie?”

Kai’s voice was small, but not scared in the way Atticus had heard it so many times before.

“Hmm?”

Atticus’ hand was still frozen in place. Kai turned to look at him again. His amber eyes were lit with something that mirrored the brilliance of the lights crashing across the sky.

“I want to kiss you.”

Not a question, but it felt like Kai was asking him something. Something more than the simple words he’d spoken.

“Okay.” Atticus’ voice sounded weak to his own ears, tremulous and soft.

He began to sit up, but was pushed back down by a hand on his chest. Kai held him in place, shifting so that he could swing a leg over Atticus’ hips.

He sat there for a long moment, looking down at Atticus with both hands pressing steady on his chest. Atticus stared into the wide eyes that were watching him so carefully.

“Sky sure is beautiful,” he finally said, grinning brightly as Kai rolled his eyes.

“Shut up,” Kai responded. Atticus was readying a retort when Kai leaned down, shutting him up with a press of their lips together .

The loose strands of long hair that had fallen from his half bun caged their faces, tickled at Atticus’ cheeks and neck. Kai’s hands were still braced against his chest as Atticus pushed against them, leaning up into the kiss.

It started out soft, nothing more than a press of lips together.

A fire raged in Atticus’ belly, flames licking at his chest, down his limbs, as he silently asked for more.

Kai’s lips parted as Atticus pulled him closer.

Atticus pressed his tongue in deeper, tasting him as if he would never get enough.

Kai breathed harshly against his mouth as they parted, hot breath fanning across Atticus’ skin.

Atticus leaned in, nipping at his lower lip, earning a small sound from him that had Atticus’ cock stirring.

Kai shifted, pressing a kiss to Atticus’ jaw.

His breath hitched as Kai sucked hard at the skin just below his ear.

Atticus squirmed as Kai continued to kiss down his neck, surely leaving bruises in his wake.

He tried to move, to tug Kai’s face back to his so he could capture his lips once more.

But Kai was stronger than he looked, and he held Atticus down.

Hands moved to pin his shoulders. Hips pressed down against Atticus’ own, kept him from moving more than the slightest shift.

Everywhere they were pressed together felt overheated.

Kai sat up suddenly.

“Take off your shirt.”

Atticus rushed to do as he was told, yanking the white shirt over his head the moment Kai released his grip. Amber eyes raked over his exposed torso, snagging on his tattoos, sending shivers across his skin.

He had never really been one to shy from attention paid to his body. Atticus knew he looked good. He’d worked hard to look good, and he didn’t mind people appreciating him in that way. Partners had complimented him countless times, to the point where it had sort of become meaningless.

But right then, with Kai looking down at him?

Atticus could feel himself flushing, could feel his chest and neck growing warmer under that gaze.

Kai’s eyes dragged across Atticus’ body in a way that felt vicious, like he was prey about to be devoured.

Fingers trailed across his skin, and Atticus found himself wishing they were claws that scraped and gouged to match the untamed gleam in Kai’s eyes.

Kai leaned down again, picking up where he’d left off, pressing a kiss to Atticus’ chest. He was more careful this time, lips and tongue gentle against Atticus’ flushed skin as he moved lower.

He teased around a nipple until Atticus was squirming beneath him once more.

Kai’s hands found Atticus’ hips, holding him still.

He longed for any sort of friction, desperate to move his hips, to grind up against the other man.

Kai sucked on his nipple, hard , and Atticus let out a moan low in his throat, the tendons in his neck pulling tight.

“Shh,” Kai said softly, rising up slightly. His thumb ran over Atticus’ tender skin, pulling another half-choked sound from him. “The neighbors will hear.”

Atticus huffed out a laugh, breathless. He was nearly panting. “Let ‘em. I don’t give a f-”

He was cut off as Kai’s mouth crashed back against his own. Kai pressed into him hard, finally rocking his hips against Atticus’. Hands tangled in hair, tore at clothes, gripped at skin with bruising strength until both of them were hot to the touch and gasping for hair.

They paused for only a moment, just long enough for Kai to look around, eyes narrowed at the privacy fence as though it might betray them, before he shimmied out of his pants. Atticus’ own were long gone already, tossed halfway across the yard the moment he pulled them off.

It was dark, with only the light of the moon to show Atticus the man above him. His eyes had adjusted enough, and Atticus watched as Kai pulled something out of his hoodie pocket. He recognized the crinkly sound of the packet that Kai dropped onto the blanket next to them.

“Are you sure?” Atticus had finally lowered his voice, asking the question as though he were afraid Kai would change his mind with it voiced aloud. But he had to know, had to be certain this was okay before they went any further.

Kai nodded, the motion sharp, more certain than Atticus had expected. He grabbed the lube Kai had dropped next to the condom, unlatching the top of the bottle.

“It’s been a while,” Atticus said with a chuckle.

“You might need to go easy on me.” Bright eyes looked down at him, seeming to almost glow in the darkness.

Kai took Atticus’ hand, tugging him up into a sitting position.

He squirted a generous amount of lube onto Atticus’ fingers.

Their faces were close together, and Atticus could hear Kai’s breaths turning unsteady.

“I don’t want to do it like last time,” Kai said, guiding Atticus’ hand down between his legs.

Last time. Six months ago. “Oh.” Atticus had thought that Kai preferred…

“Just go slow,” Kai whispered. “It’s been a while for me too.” It felt like there was a lot more behind those words.

Atticus’ mouth went a little dry. He sucked in a shaky breath as his fingers pressed at Kai’s hole.

Kai latched onto his shoulders, pressing down against Atticus’ hand.

He gasped as a finger breached him, as Atticus began to work him open slowly and carefully.

Atticus captured those panting lips with his own, licked into Kai’s mouth as he slowly worked to add a second finger.

It wasn’t long before Kai was writhing in his lap, face pressed into the crook of Atticus’ neck.

His dick was aching for attention, and every rock of Kai’s ass had him desperate to thrust upward, to find a way toward his release.

He could feel Kai’s own hard cock against his stomach, dripping against his skin.

Hands pressed at Atticus’ chest. “Okay,” Kai breathed. He sounded wrecked, the word hoarsely escaping him. He pushed harder, groaning as Atticus’ hand left him empty. Atticus lay back as Kai grabbed the condom, tearing the wrapper open, gasping at the contact as Kai rolled it onto him.

Atticus watched as Kai grabbed the hem of the hoodie.The sky behind him was lit up, more shining streaks flashing across the dark with every passing moment. Kai lifted the bottom of the hoodie, pulling it up.

Atticus had thought Kai wearing his clothes was probably the best thing ever. But watching him take them off? He was pretty sure he just might die from the sight.

Kai tossed the hoodie aside. So much of his hair had come loose of his bun, framing his face as he looked down at Atticus.

Gentle fingers played along Atticus’ skin, tracing his tattoos, trailing up his neck.

A thumb rubbed softly across his bottom lip.

Atticus made to lean up, to get closer, to capture Kai with another kiss. A hand pushed on his chest.

“Stay down.”

Bossy Kai was back.

Atticus did as he was told. But that didn’t mean he was going to keep his hands to himself. He ran them up Kai’s thighs as he moved, positioning himself over Atticus’ straining cock.

Kai lowered himself slowly, carefully, breathing harshly.

Atticus used every bit of restraint he had to hold himself back, to keep from rocking his hips up.

He had fantasized probably too many times about what it would feel like to be inside Kai.

That single night they’d been together, Kai had been adamant about not bottoming .

When the other man was fully seated on him, ass flush against hips, both of them stilled for several long moments.

Kai still had a hand pressed to Atticus’ chest, and Atticus’ hands had turned to vices, fingers digging into the soft flesh of Kai’s thighs as tight heat enveloped his length.

Kai began to move, slowly, his own cock bobbing with the motion.