HIS SECRET FLAME🔥

Stolen hours 2

Dami leaned down and took him into his mouth. The heat was blinding. Wet, perfect suction.

Dami didn’t tease; he went deep, hollowing his cheeks, tongue working the underside with devastating skill.

Alex’s head fell back against the pillow, a guttural groan tearing from his throat.

His fingers tightened in Dami’s hair as pleasure coiled tight and fast.

Dami hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight to Alex’s spine.

He bobbed his head, taking more, relaxing his throat until his nose brushed dark curls.

One hand cupped Alex’s balls, rolling them gently while the other stroked what his mouth couldn’t reach.

It was too good. Toe-curling, mind-melting.

Alex’s thighs trembled. “Slow—f**k, slow down or I’m gonna—”

Dami pulled off with a wet sound, lips shiny.

“Not yet. I want this to last.”. He crawled back up, kissing Alex deeply so he could taste himself on Dami’s tongue.

While they kissed, Dami shoved his own briefs down and pressed their c***s together, wrapping a big hand around both.

The slide was slick with precome, hot and perfect.They moved like that for long minutes—slow rolls of hips, deep kisses, whispered curses and praises.

Dami’s free hand roamed, pinching a n****e, stroking Alex’s side, gripping his thigh to pull it higher around his waist.

“Want to be inside you so bad,” Dami growled against his mouth.

“But not tonight. Tonight I just want to feel you fall apart for me.”

Alex nodded frantically. “Then make me.” Dami shifted, settling between Alex’s spread thighs.

He took both of them in hand again, stroking faster now, thumb swiping over the heads on every upstroke.

His mouth returned to Alex’s neck, sucking another mark while his hips rocked in time with his hand.

The pressure built relentlessly.

Alex’s breath came in short gasps, nails digging into Dami’s back.

Every stroke sent sparks racing through his body. Dami’s low groans mixed with his own, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

“Come on, baby,” Dami whispered, voice wrecked. “Let me see it. Come for me.”

The endearment—soft, possessive—pushed Alex over the edge.

Pleasure crashed through him in waves, white-hot and devastating.

He came with Dami’s name on his lips, spilling over Dami’s fist and across his own stomach. Dami followed seconds later, groaning deeply as he pulsed between them, adding to the mess.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed tight. Dami’s hand gentled, stroking them through the aftershocks until it became too sensitive.

Eventually Dami rolled to the side, pulling Alex against his chest. They were sticky, sweaty, breathing in tandem.

Dami pressed a lazy kiss to Alex’s temple.“Food’s probably cold,” he murmured, amusement threading through his voice.

Alex laughed softly, the sound surprised out of him. “Worth it.”

They cleaned up quickly in the bathroom, then returned to bed with the takeout bag.

Sitting cross-legged on the sheets, naked and unashamed, they shared cold pad thai and garlic bread straight from the containers, feeding each other bites between kisses that tasted like soy sauce and satisfaction.

Afterward, they lay tangled together under the covers. Dami’s head rested on Alex’s chest, one arm draped possessively over his waist.

Alex’s fingers traced idle patterns over the phoenix tattoo on Dami’s ribs.

“This feels dangerous,” Alex whispered into the quiet.

“It is,” Dami agreed, voice sleepy but serious.

“But it also feels right. Like I’ve been waiting for you without knowing it.”

Alex’s heart clenched. He pressed a kiss to the top of Dami’s head.

“We still have to be careful. Marcus… the family…”

“I know.” Dami’s hold tightened. “But tonight? Tonight you’re mine. No secrets in this bed.”

They fell asleep like that—bodies entwined, hearts beating in sync, the stolen hours stretching soft and golden around them.

For one perfect night, the flame burned warm instead of destructive.Tomorrow, reality would return.

But for now, in the quiet dark, Alex let himself believe it could last.