The heavy iron bunk groaned under their shifting weight as Marco pulled Leo deeper into the shadow-drenched corner of the cell. The subterranean dampness of the isolation block was completely erased by the radiating, feverish heat of their bodies, creating a suffocating micro-climate of raw dominance and absolute surrender.
Leo lay flat against the coarse, thin mattress, his chest rising and falling in sharp, erratic pants. His skin was slick with sweat, gleaming a pale silver under the distant, flickering corridor light. Every muscle in his torso felt beautifully exhausted, humming with the aftershocks of a physical claiming that had systematically stripped away every boundary he had left.
Marco didn't pull away. He hovered over Leo like an apex predator resting over its prize, his mass
