ONE NIGHT,EVERY NIGHT
The phoenix tattoo worshipped like a religion.
Then the claiming.
When Kai was shaking and dripping, Damien stood, rolled on a condom, and thrust in with one smooth, powerful stroke. Both men groaned at the perfect stretch. Damien set a deep, relentless rhythm — hips snapping forward, grinding hard against Kai’s prostate on every inward thrust, chest pressed to Kai’s back so the phoenix rubbed between them.
“Fuck—yes—harder,” Kai gasped, palms flat on the glass, city lights blurring in front of his eyes. “Twenty nights and you still feel this good. Still ruin me every single time.”
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