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Leo's knees hit the tile before his brain caught up with his body.

One second he was standing by the door, hard and aching and full of stupid decisions. The next he was kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, eye level with the bulge in Ignition's pants, his hands shaking at his sides.

"What are you "

"Shut up." Leo's voice cracked. "Just shut up. I'm not this doesn't mean anything. I just need to I have to "

He couldn't finish the sentence.

His hands found Ignition's belt.

The leather was warm. Leo's fingers fumbled with the buckle, clumsy and desperate, nothing like the smooth confidence he usually projected. He could feel Ignition watching him, could feel those ice blue eyes tracking every movement, and his face burned with humiliation even as his cock throbbed painfully in his pants.

"Leo." Ignition's voice was gentle. Careful. "You don't have to "

"I know I don't have to." The belt came free. Leo attacked the button next, then the zipper, yanking it down with more force than necessary. "I want to. Okay? I want I need to see it. I need to "

The pants fell open.

Leo's breath caught.

It was right there. Inches from his face. Still mostly soft, hanging heavy against Ignition's thigh, but already starting to thicken under Leo's attention. The shaft was dark, darker than Ignition's skin, with thick veins tracing patterns Leo wanted to map with his tongue. The head was broad and blunt, slightly lighter in color, already glistening with a hint of moisture at the slit.

It was the most beautiful thing Leo had ever seen.

What the fuck is wrong with me, he thought distantly. I'm straight. I'm straight. I've always been straight.

His mouth was watering.

"You're staring," Ignition said. There was something in his voice not mockery, not judgment, just... warmth. Understanding.

"I'm assessing," Leo snapped. "There's a difference."

"Is there?"

"Yes. Tactical evaluation. Need to know what I'm fucking working with."

"And what are you working with?"

Leo swallowed hard. His eyes couldn't leave Ignition's cock. It was getting harder now, filling out, rising slowly from that heavy hang toward something more intimidating. He watched it grow in real-time, watched the shaft thicken and lengthen, watched the veins become more prominent as blood rushed in.

"Too much," he heard himself whisper. "Way too fucking much."

Ignition made a sound that might have been a laugh. Low and warm and doing things to Leo's chest that he didn't want to examine.

"You can touch it," Ignition said. "If you want."

"I don't want to touch it."

"Okay."

"I'm just I'm curious. That's all."

"Of course."

"Stop being so fucking agreeable."

"Sorry."

Leo's hand shot out and wrapped around the shaft.

Holy shit.

His fingers didn't meet. He'd known they wouldn't he'd seen the girth, done the math but knowing and experiencing were different things entirely. The cock in his hand was hot and heavy and alive, pulsing gently against his palm, and Leo could feel it continuing to harden under his grip. Growing. Swelling. Becoming something even more impossible.

"Fuck," Leo breathed.

"Good?"

"Shut up."

He stroked. Just once. An experimental pull from base to tip, feeling the silk-over-steel texture of the skin, watching a bead of pre-cum well up from the slit. The sight made his mouth water harder.

(Just once, he told himself. Just fucking try it once. Get it out of your system. Then you can go back to being normal.)

He leaned in.

The smell hit him first. Musk and heat and something distinctly male that made his head spin. Leo had never thought about what another man's cock would smell like, had never wanted to know, but now he couldn't get enough. He pressed his nose against the shaft and inhaled deeply, dragging the scent into his lungs.

"Leo "

"I said shut up."

His tongue touched the head.

The taste exploded across his senses. Salt and skin and that faint bitter-sweetness of pre-cum, everything he'd tasted on his own fingers after jerking off but somehow more. Different. Better. Leo's eyes fluttered closed as he licked a slow stripe up the underside of the shaft, tracing the thick vein that ran from base to tip.

"Oh," Ignition breathed above him. "Oh, that's "

Leo's competitive instinct flared.

He knew how to do this. He'd watched his girls enough times, had felt their mouths on him, had learned exactly where the sensitive spots were and how to work them. If Ignition thought Leo was just going to fumble around like an amateur

He sealed his lips around the head and sucked.

The sound Ignition made was deeply satisfying.

Leo worked his tongue against the sensitive underside, swirling around the ridge, dipping into the slit to chase more of that pre-cum flavor. His hand kept stroking the shaft there was so much shaft, so much he couldn't fit in his mouth and he could feel Ignition's thighs trembling slightly under the attention.

I'm good at this, Leo realized with a jolt of surprise. I'm actually good at this.

He took more. Relaxed his jaw, breathed through his nose, let the thick head push toward the back of his throat. The stretch was intense his girls had never asked him to open this wide but he refused to back off. He was Leo. He didn't do anything halfway.

"Leo " Ignition's voice was strained now. Rougher. "Leo, your mouth is "

Leo pulled back with a wet pop. "What? Spit it out."

"Incredible." Ignition was looking down at him with an expression that made Leo's stomach flip. Something dark and hungry and reverent all at once. "You're incredible."

Leo's face burned.

"Don't don't say shit like that."

"It's true."

"I don't care if it's true, it's " Leo broke off, frustrated. "You're not supposed to I'm the one in charge here. I'm "

"You're on your knees with my cock in your face," Ignition said gently. "I don't think you're in charge right now."

The words hit Leo like a physical blow. His cock jumped in his pants, leaking pre-cum into his underwear, and something in his chest cracked open.

(He's right. He's right and I don't want him to be wrong.)

"Jolie's better at this," Leo heard himself say. The words came out bitter and small. "She can take the whole thing. She doesn't have a gag reflex. And Alice Alice tries so hard, she practices, she "

"Hey." Ignition's hand cupped his jaw. Tilted his face up. Those ice blue eyes caught his and held them. "I don't care about your girls right now. I care about you."

Leo's throat closed up.

"Look at me," Ignition said. "Keep looking at me. And open your mouth."

Leo opened his mouth.

Ignition's cock pressed back inside. Slow this time. Controlled. The broad head slid across Leo's tongue, and Leo felt himself melt into the intrusion, his jaw going slack, his hands falling to his sides. He kept his eyes locked on Ignition's face as the shaft pushed deeper, watching those ice blue eyes darken with pleasure.

"That's it," Ignition murmured. "Just like that. Let me in."

The head hit the back of Leo's throat. He gagged couldn't help it, the reflex was involuntary but Ignition didn't push further. Just held there, filling Leo's mouth completely, waiting.

"Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat."

Leo tried. His eyes watered. His lungs burned. But he didn't pull back.

"Good." Ignition's thumb stroked across his cheekbone. "So good, Leo. You're doing so well."

Praise.

Leo hadn't expected to respond to it so strongly. He praised his girls all the time, called them good and perfect and beautiful, but he'd never been on the receiving end. Never had someone look at him like Ignition was looking at him now, with heat and pride and something terrifyingly close to tenderness.

His whole body went warm.

Ignition's hips moved.

Just an inch. A shallow thrust that pushed the cock a fraction deeper before pulling back. Then again. Deeper. And again. A slow, careful face-fuck that gave Leo time to adjust, to breathe, to get used to the overwhelming fullness.

"You feel amazing," Ignition said. His voice had gone low and rough. "Your mouth, Leo. Fuck. I've thought about this."

Leo's eyes went wide.

"Don't look so surprised." Another thrust. Deeper. "You think I haven't noticed you? The way you move? The way you command?" The hand on Leo's jaw tightened slightly. "You're gorgeous when you're in control. And you're gorgeous like this. On your knees. Giving it up."

Leo made a sound around the cock in his mouth. Something between a whimper and a moan. His hands came up to grip Ignition's thighs, not pushing away, just... holding on. Grounding himself.

"I've thought about all of you," Ignition continued. His rhythm was steadier now, more confident, fucking into Leo's mouth with slow, rolling thrusts. "Jolie with her sunshine and her sweetness. Alice with her walls and her wanting. And you." The thrust went deeper. Leo gagged and held on. "You, with your jealousy and your protectiveness and the way you look at me like you're furious I exist."

Tears spilled down Leo's cheeks. Not from pain. From something worse.

"I know what you're thinking," Ignition said softly. "I can see it in your face. You're falling, aren't you?"

Leo tried to shake his head. The cock in his mouth made it impossible.

"It's okay." Ignition's hand moved to the back of his head, cradling his skull with devastating gentleness. "I'm falling too."

He thrust deeper.

Leo's throat opened.

He didn't know how it happened. One moment he was gagging, fighting the intrusion, and the next the cock was sliding past his resistance, pushing into his throat, and he was taking it. Taking more than he thought he could. More than he thought anyone could.

Ignition groaned. The sound came from somewhere deep in his chest, primal and satisfied, and Leo felt it resonate through his entire body.

"Yes," Ignition breathed. "Yes, Leo, just like that. Take it. Take all of it."

He couldn't. There was no way. The cock was too big, too long, too much

Leo's nose pressed against Ignition's pelvis. His throat was stuffed full, stretched around the impossible girth, and he couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only kneel there and feel himself be used.

"Perfect," Ignition said above him. "Absolutely perfect."

He held Leo there for a long moment. Then pulled back, all the way out, and Leo collapsed forward with a ragged gasp. Spit and pre-cum connected his lips to Ignition's cock in shining strands. His throat ached. His jaw ached. His whole body trembled.

And his cock was harder than it had ever been in his life.

"Look at me," Ignition said.

Leo looked up.

Ignition's face was flushed, his ice blue eyes dark with want, but underneath the arousal there was something else. Something soft and patient and real.

"I meant what I said." His thumb traced Leo's lower lip. "I'm falling. For all of you. But especially for you." A small, almost shy smile. "You drive me crazy, Leo. In the best way."

Leo's chest cracked open completely.

(I'm falling in love, he thought, kneeling on a bathroom floor with another man's cock dripping pre onto his face. I'm falling in love with a man. I'm falling in love while sucking dick.)

He opened his mouth.

"Again," he said. His voice was wrecked. "Please. I want "

Ignition's cock pressed back inside.

And Leo, for the first time in his life, let himself be taken.

Ignition's grip tightened on the back of Leo's head.

"I'm going to go faster," he said. Not asking. Warning. "Tell me if it's too much."

Leo tried to respond, but the cock was already pushing back into his mouth, stealing his words, filling him up. He made a muffled sound that might have been agreement, might have been desperation, might have been nothing at all.

Ignition's hips snapped forward.

Fast.

Leo's eyes went wide. The thick shaft drove into his throat without the careful patience from before, burying itself to the base in one smooth thrust. His nose crushed against Ignition's pelvis, his throat convulsed around the intrusion, and before he could process the fullness, Ignition was pulling back and thrusting again.

And again.

And again.

"Fuck," Ignition groaned above him. "Fuck, Leo, your throat "

The pace was brutal. Each thrust drove all twelve inches into Leo's mouth, stretching his jaw to its limits, forcing his throat open around the impossible girth. Wet, obscene sounds filled the bathroom gagging and slurping and the meaty impact of flesh against flesh. Spit ran down Leo's chin, dripped onto his shirt, pooled on the tile beneath him.

He couldn't breathe.

He didn't care.

Some part of his brain had shut off entirely. The part that worried about dignity, about control, about being the leader who always had answers. All that remained was sensation the weight of the cock on his tongue, the stretch in his throat, the ache in his jaw, the heat radiating from Ignition's body. Leo's hands gripped those massive thighs and held on as his face was used, as his mouth became nothing but a warm, wet hole for another man's pleasure.

This is what my girls feel, he thought dizzily. This is what I do to them. This is what it feels like to be

Ignition thrust particularly deep, and Leo's thoughts scattered.

"Look at you," Ignition panted. His hips kept their punishing rhythm, driving in and out, in and out. "Taking it so well. Taking all of me. Fuck, Leo, I knew you'd be good, but this "

Leo moaned around the cock. The vibration made Ignition's rhythm stutter, made him groan and thrust harder, and Leo moaned again just to hear that sound repeated.

He was drooling uncontrollably now. Spit and pre-cum coated his chin, his neck, the front of his shirt. Tears streamed from his eyes, smearing across his cheeks with each thrust. He probably looked destroyed. Wrecked. Absolutely fucking ruined.

He'd never felt more alive.

"Close," Ignition grunted. His thrusts were getting erratic, losing their rhythm. "Leo, I'm getting I need to "

He pulled out.

The sudden emptiness was devastating. Leo gasped for air, his throat raw and aching, his mouth hanging open and dripping. He looked up at Ignition with wild eyes, chest heaving.

"Why why did you stop "

"I was going to come down your throat." Ignition's voice was strained. His cock stood at full attention, glistening with Leo's spit, twitching with need. "I didn't know if you wanted "

"Shut up."

"What?"

"Shut up." Leo's voice came out as a rasp, barely recognizable. "Shut up and fuck me. Don't don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop."

Something shifted in Ignition's expression.

His blue eyes went dark.

"Okay," he said quietly. "Okay, Leo."

He reached down and grabbed Leo by the shoulders. Lifted him like he weighed nothing. Spun him around and bent him over the bathroom sink before Leo could process what was happening.

"Wait "

"You said fuck you." Ignition's hands found Leo's belt. Yanked it open. "You said don't stop."

"I meant " Leo's pants were pulled down. His boxer briefs followed. Cool air hit his ass and his brain finally caught up with the situation. "I meant my mouth, I fucking didn't mean "

"Do you want me to stop?"

The question hung in the air.

Leo's hands gripped the edges of the sink. His bare ass was exposed, vulnerable, presented. In the mirror above the sink, he could see his own face flushed, tear-streaked, lips swollen and red. Behind him, Ignition loomed like a mountain, that impossible cock jutting forward, aimed at something Leo had never offered to anyone.

He should say yes. He should say stop. He should

"No," Leo whispered.

Ignition's hand ran down his spine. Gentle despite everything. Soothing.

"I'll go slow," Ignition said. "Tell me if it hurts."

"I've never " Leo swallowed hard. "I've never done this. Never even not even fingers. Nothing."

"I know." The hand kept stroking his back. "I'll be careful. I promise."

Leo heard Ignition spit. Felt thick fingers spread his cheeks, felt something wet and warm press against his hole. Pre-cum, he realized. Ignition was using his own pre-cum and spit as lube, gathering it from his leaking cock and smearing it across Leo's virgin entrance.

One finger pressed inside.

"Ah "

"Breathe."

Leo tried. His whole body was tense, clenched around the intrusion, fighting it even as some deeper part of him craved more. The finger was thick thicker than anything that had ever been inside him and it burned as it pushed deeper, stretching him open.

"Relax," Ignition murmured. His free hand rubbed circles on Leo's lower back. "Let me in, Leo. Stop fighting."

"I'm not I'm not fighting "

"You are." The finger curled, pressed against something inside him, and Leo's knees nearly buckled. "There it is. That's your prostate. That's going to feel good once you relax."

"It doesn't feel fuck "

The finger rubbed that spot again. Pleasure sparked up Leo's spine, unexpected and electric, mixing with the burn of being stretched. His cock, which had flagged slightly in confusion, jumped back to full hardness.

"That's it." Ignition's voice was warm with approval. "That's it, Leo. See? It can feel good."

A second finger pressed in alongside the first.

Leo groaned. The stretch was more intense now, the burn sharper, but underneath it that pleasure kept building. Ignition worked him open with patient determination, scissoring his fingers, adding more pre and spit, pressing against his prostate with every other stroke.

"You're so tight," Ignition said. Almost reverent. "So fucking tight, Leo. This is going to feel incredible."

"Just just do it " Leo's voice cracked. "Stop teasing and just "

"You're not ready yet."

"I don't care if I'm ready "

"I care." A third finger pushed inside. Leo shouted, his back arching, his hands white-knuckled on the sink. "I care, Leo. I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're already hurting me "

"This is nothing." The fingers twisted, stretched, worked him open with maddening slowness. "This is preparation. If I put my cock in you right now, I'd tear you apart. Is that what you want?"

Leo shuddered.

The truth was, part of him did want that. Part of him wanted to be split open, destroyed, ruined beyond repair. But a bigger part the part that was starting to realize this might not be a one-time thing, that Ignition might be someone he wanted to keep that part was grateful for the fucking patience.

"No," he admitted quietly. "No, I don't want that."

"Then let me get you ready." Ignition's fingers kept moving. Stretching. Preparing. "Let me take care of you."

Leo closed his eyes and let himself be taken care of.

It took several more minutes. More lube. More fingers. By the time Ignition finally withdrew his hand, Leo was shaking constantly, his ass feeling loose and empty and hungry in a way he'd never experienced before.

"Okay," Ignition said. His voice had gone rough with restraint. "I think you're ready. Are you ready?"

Leo looked at himself in the mirror. Tear-streaked. Flushed. Desperate.

"Yes."

The head of Ignition's cock pressed against his hole.

Oh god oh fuck oh god oh

Ignition pushed forward.

The burn was immediate and intense. Nothing like the fingers. The cock was so much bigger, stretching Leo's virgin hole wide around the broad head, forcing him open inch by impossible inch. Leo's mouth fell open in a silent scream. His hands gripped the sink so hard the porcelain cracked.

"Breathe," Ignition said behind him. Strained. Fighting his own urge to thrust. "Breathe, Leo. Let me in."

"It's too it's too big "

"You can take it." One hand rubbed his back. The other gripped his hip, holding him steady. "You can take it, Leo. I've got you."

Another inch. Two. The head popped past the tight ring of muscle, and Leo felt it felt himself stretch around the widest part, felt his body yield to the intrusion. The burn shifted into something else. Still painful, but warmer now. Fuller.

"That's the head," Ignition said. "The hardest part's over. Just the shaft now. You're doing so well."

Leo wanted to snap something sarcastic. Wanted to be himself, even in this position. But all that came out was a whimper as Ignition pushed deeper.

Four inches.

Five.

Six.

Leo could feel it in his guts now. That thick cock rearranging his insides, making space for itself, claiming territory no one had ever touched. It should have been terrifying. It was terrifying. But underneath the fear, something else was building.

Warmth.

Ignition was warm. Warmer than a normal person, his heat radiating from inside Leo now, spreading through his core. It felt like being wrapped in a blanket from the inside out. Like safety and danger and comfort all tangled together.

"Halfway," Ignition said. His voice was barely controlled. "Fuck, Leo, you feel you're so "

"Keep going."

"What?"

"Keep fucking going." Leo's voice came out fierce. Determined. "All of it. I want all of it."

Ignition groaned.

His hips pressed forward.

Seven inches. Eight. Nine. Leo watched himself in the mirror, watched his own expression shift from pain to something more complex, something caught between agony and revelation. His stomach bulged slightly with each inch that entered him he could see it, could see the shape of Ignition's cock distorting his body from the inside.

Ten inches.

Eleven.

Twelve.

Ignition's hips met Leo's ass.

They both went still.

"Oh my god," Leo breathed. He was so full. Fuller than he'd ever imagined being. He could feel Ignition's pulse inside him, could feel every inch of that massive cock throbbing against his walls. "Oh my god. Oh my god."

"Leo." Ignition's voice was wrecked. "Leo, you you took all of it. You took everything."

"I know." Leo laughed, slightly hysterical. "I know, I can fucking feel it dumbass."

"How does it feel?"

Leo thought about it. Really considered the question, beyond the obvious physical sensation.

"Good," he said finally. Surprised by his own honesty. "It feels... good. You're warm. You're so fucking warm inside me."

Ignition made a sound that might have been a sob.

"I'm going to move now," he said. "Okay?"

"Okay."

Ignition pulled back slowly, so slowly, letting Leo feel every inch as it withdrew and then pushed back in.

Leo's vision whited out.

Pleasure. Real pleasure, not just the absence of pain. Ignition's cock dragged across his prostate on the withdrawal and pressed against it on the return, and Leo's body lit up like someone had plugged him into a power source. His own cock, neglected against the edge of the sink, jumped and leaked.

"Again," Leo gasped. "Fucking do that again."

Ignition did it again.

And again.

And again.

The rhythm built slowly at first, both of them adjusting, learning each other's bodies. But Ignition's control was slipping Leo could feel it in the way his thrusts got harder, faster, deeper. Could hear it in the growls that escaped his throat with each push forward.

"Fuck, Leo " Ignition's hands gripped his hips hard enough to bruise. "You feel so good so tight I can't "

"Don't fucking hold back." Leo braced himself against the sink. "I said fuck me. I meant it."

Ignition fucked him.

The careful patience evaporated. Ignition's hips snapped forward with brutal force, driving all twelve inches into Leo's ass, pulling back, slamming home again. The sound of flesh against flesh echoed off the bathroom tiles. Leo's body rocked forward with each thrust, his feet barely keeping purchase on the floor.

"Yes," Leo heard himself say. "Yes, fuck, yes "

This was nothing like what he'd imagined. He'd expected pain. Expected endurance. Expected to grit his teeth and survive it for the sake of some fantasy.

He hadn't expected to love it.

But he did. He loved the fullness, the stretch, the way Ignition's cock seemed to reach parts of him that had never been touched. He loved the warmth spreading through his core, the heat that made everything softer and sweeter. He loved the sounds Ignition made desperate, hungry, barely human.

He loved Ignition.

The realization hit him mid-thrust, punched out of him like air from his lungs. He was falling in love. He was getting fucked in a bar bathroom and falling in love with the man behind him, and it was insane, it was impossible, it was

"Leo." Ignition's voice cut through his spiral. "Leo, look at me."

Leo's eyes found the mirror.

Ignition was looking at his reflection. Those blue eyes, dark with pleasure, soft with something else. Something that matched what Leo was feeling.

"I see you," Ignition said. "I see what's happening to you."

"Shut up "

"It's happening to me too."

Leo's heart stopped.

"Don't " His voice cracked. "Don't say things like that while you're while your dick is "

"I mean it." Ignition's thrusts slowed but didn't stop. Deep, rolling strokes that kept the pleasure building. "I mean it, Leo. This isn't just I'm not just using you. I want you. All of you. The jealousy and the control and the way you pretend you don't need anyone."

"I don't need anyone "

"You need your girls." Another deep thrust. Leo's protest dissolved into a moan. "And maybe you need me too."

"Fuck you "

"That's what I'm doing to you."

Despite everything the cock in his ass, the tears on his face, the complete demolition of every wall he'd ever built Leo laughed.

It was a broken sound. Half sob, half genuine amusement. Ignition laughed too, his rhythm faltering for a moment, and something shifted between them. Something clicked into place.

"I hate you," Leo said, still laughing. "I hate you so fucking much."

"I know." Ignition's thrusts picked up speed again. Harder now. More urgent. "I know you do."

"And I think I I think "

"Don't." Ignition's voice was strained. Close. "Don't say it yet. Not here. Say it later, when we're home, when the girls are there. Say it then."

(When we're home.)

(When the girls are there.)

Future tense. Ignition wasn't treating this like a one-time mistake. He was treating it like a beginning.

Leo closed his eyes and let himself fall.

"I'm close," Ignition groaned. "Leo, I'm so fucking close "

"Inside." The word came out before Leo could stop it. "I want inside me. Fill me up."

"Fuck "

Ignition's rhythm went erratic. His thrusts became desperate, slamming into Leo with bruising force, chasing his orgasm. Leo braced against the sink and took it, took everything, felt his own pleasure cresting toward something inevitable.

"Come with me," Ignition gasped. "Touch yourself, Leo. Come with me."

Leo wrapped a shaking hand around his neglected cock. Two strokes. That was all it took. Two strokes while Ignition buried himself to the hilt and roared, and Leo felt it felt the heat flooding into him, the warmth spreading through his guts, the pulse and throb of another man's orgasm deep inside his body.

He came.

Harder than he'd ever come in his life. Rope after rope of cum splattering against the sink, the mirror, dripping down onto the tile. His whole body shook with it, clenched around Ignition's cock, milked him for every drop.

They stayed frozen for a long moment. Connected. Full. Complete.

Then Ignition slumped forward, his forehead resting against the back of Leo's shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against Leo's skin.

"That was "

"Don't." Leo's voice was destroyed. Barely a whisper. "Don't say anything. Just... stay. For a minute. Just stay."

Ignition stayed.

And Leo, bent over a bathroom sink with another man's cock softening inside him.

Leo twisted around, ignoring the ache in his back, and grabbed Ignition by the jaw.

"Fucking come here."

He pulled the larger man down into a kiss.

It wasn't gentle. Nothing about this night had been gentle. Leo kissed Ignition with teeth and desperation, tasting his own spit on those lips, feeling the rumble of surprise in Ignition's chest. The cock inside him shifted with the movement, pressing against sensitive spots that made Leo's vision swim.

Ignition kissed back.

God, he kissed back.

One massive hand cradled the back of Leo's skull while the other gripped his hip, holding him steady as their mouths moved together. Ignition kissed like he fucked thorough, overwhelming, impossible to resist. His tongue pressed past Leo's lips, exploring, claiming, and Leo let him. Let himself be kissed. Let himself be held. Let himself be soft in a way he never was with anyone.

The bathroom door opened.

Leo heard it. The creak of hinges. The brief blast of noise from the bar beyond. Footsteps.

He didn't stop.

He couldn't stop. Not with Ignition's tongue in his mouth and Ignition's cock still buried in his ass, softening but present, a reminder of everything that had just happened. Instead, Leo pressed back against Ignition's hips, grinding his ass in slow circles, feeling that thick shaft shift inside him.

"Leo " Ignition broke the kiss, blue eyes wide. "Someone's "

"I know."

"We should "

"I know."

Leo kissed him again.

The footsteps stopped. A sharp intake of breath. Then faster footsteps, retreating. The door slammed shut.

They were alone again.

"Fuck," Ignition breathed against Leo's mouth. "Fuck, Leo, that was "

"Hot." Leo's voice came out rough and ruined. "That was fucking hot. Knowing someone saw. Knowing they know what you fucking did to me."

Something shifted in Ignition's expression.

His blue eyes went dark.

"Leo." His voice dropped an octave. "I can't if you keep talking like that, I'm going to "

"Going to what?"

Ignition's hands tightened on Leo's hips.

"I've been holding back," he said. The words came out strained, like they cost him something. "This whole time. I've been so careful with you because it's your first time, because I didn't want to hurt you, because " His cock twitched inside Leo, hardening again. "But I can't you're making it really hard to "

"Then don't."

Ignition went still.

"Don't hold back." Leo met his eyes in the mirror. "I can take it. Whatever you've got. I can take it."

"You don't know what you're asking for."

"Then show me."

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Then Ignition growled.

His hands gripped Leo's hips hard enough to bruise. He pulled back that thick cock sliding out until only the head remained and then slammed forward.

Hard.

Leo's vision whited out.

"Fuck "

"I told you." Ignition's voice was barely recognizable. Deeper. Rougher. Almost feral. "I told you I was holding back."

He pulled out and slammed in again. And again. And again. Each thrust drove all twelve inches into Leo's ass with brutal force, lifting him onto his toes, making the sink shake beneath his hands. The sound was obscene flesh slapping against flesh, wet and rhythmic, echoing off the tile walls.

"I'm sorry " Ignition's thrusts didn't slow even as he apologized. "I'm sorry, Leo, I can't I can't stop "

"Don't stop " Leo's words came out broken, punched out of him with each impact. "Don't ah don't you fucking stop "

This was different from before. Before had been overwhelming. This was devastating. Ignition fucked him like he was trying to break him, like he'd been holding himself on a leash all night and the leash had finally snapped. His heat flared with each thrust, filling Leo's guts with warmth that bordered on burning.

Leo's cock, which had barely softened after his first orgasm, was rock hard again. Bouncing with each thrust. Leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the floor.

(I'm never going to be able to fuck a girl again,) he thought deliriously. (He's ruining me. He's stretching me out so much that nothing else will ever feel like enough.)

The thought should have been horrifying.

It made him harder.

"You're so tight," Ignition groaned behind him. "Still so fucking tight. How are you still fuck Leo "

"Harder "

"I'll hurt you "

"Harder."

Ignition made a sound that wasn't human.

His thrusts doubled in intensity. The sink cracked beneath Leo's grip. The mirror rattled in its frame. Leo's whole body was moving now, shoved forward with each impact, barely able to stay standing as Ignition used him.

And the sounds Leo was making

He heard himself as if from a distance. Moans and whimpers and desperate little cries, high-pitched and breathless, completely unlike his normal voice. He sounded like he sounded like a girl. Like Jolie when Leo fucked her particularly well. Like Alice when she finally let go of her control.

He looked in the mirror and barely recognized himself.

His face was flushed, tear-streaked, mouth hanging open. His hair was a disaster. His shoulders looked narrow compared to the massive figure behind him, his body small and almost delicate against Ignition's overwhelming presence. With his ruined expression and pretty features, with his soft sounds and yielding posture

He looked feminine.

He looked claimed.

"Look at you," Ignition panted, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "Look at how pretty you are. Taking my cock like you were made for it."

"Shut ah shut up "

"You love it." Another brutal thrust. "You love being fucked. You love being mine."

"I'm not I'm not yours "

"You will be." Ignition's voice was a promise. A threat. A vow. "By the time I'm done with you, Leo. You will be."

Leo wanted to argue. Wanted to snap something cutting. But Ignition shifted his angle and hit his prostate dead-on, and the only thing that came out of Leo's mouth was a scream.

"There," Ignition growled. "Right there. That's the spot."

He aimed for it deliberately now. Every thrust nailing that bundle of nerves, sending lightning up Leo's spine, making his neglected cock jump and leak. Leo's vision was blurring. His legs were shaking. He couldn't hold himself up anymore, could only slump against the sink and take it, completely overwhelmed.

"Ignition " His voice cracked. "Ignition, I'm going to if you keep I'm "

"Come." The word was a command. "Come for me, Leo."

"I can't not without I need "

"You don't need anything." Ignition's thrusts somehow got harder. "You're going to come untouched. From nothing but my cock. Come for me. Now."

Leo came.

His body obeyed before his mind could process the command. His cock jerked, untouched, and shot rope after rope of cum across the sink, the floor, his own stomach. His ass clenched tight around Ignition's shaft, milking it, and he heard Ignition roar behind him as his own orgasm followed.

Heat.

So much heat, flooding into him, filling him up until he felt like he might burst. Ignition kept thrusting through it, kept fucking his cum deeper, and Leo's orgasm seemed to go on forever, wringing every drop from his body.

When it finally ended, Leo collapsed.

His legs gave out entirely. If Ignition hadn't caught him one arm wrapping around his waist, holding him upright he would have crumpled to the floor. As it was, he sagged against that massive chest, gasping for air, trembling uncontrollably.

"I've got you." Ignition's voice was soft now. The feral edge gone. "I've got you, Leo. You're okay."

"I'm not I'm not okay " Leo's voice was barely audible. "You broke me. You actually broke me."

"You asked me to."

"I know I I know "

Leo started laughing.

It bubbled up from somewhere deep, hysterical and broken and genuine. He laughed until tears streamed down his face, until his whole body shook with it, until Ignition was laughing too, the sound rumbling through both of them.

"We should " Leo hiccuped. "We should probably get back. The girls"

"The girls can wait five more minutes." Ignition's arms tightened around him. "Just... let me hold you. Okay?"

Leo closed his eyes.

He was standing in a wrecked bathroom, cum leaking out of his ass, another man's cock still inside him. He'd never felt more exposed in his life.

He'd never felt more safe.

"Okay," he whispered. "Okay."

Ignition held him.

And Leo, somehow, let himself be held.

For a few minutes he didn’t move. He just stood there, boneless and furious about it, breathing against Ignition’s chest while the ruined bathroom hummed quietly around them. The noise from the bar seeped through the door in muffled waves shouting, laughter, the crash of some orc football play on the main panel, a table somewhere chanting over a bet. Normal noise. Bar noise. The kind of noise that had existed before Leo walked into this bathroom as one kind of man and came out as something he didn’t have words for yet.

He hated that too.

Eventually, Leo pulled back first because if he didn’t, he was going to start thinking, and thinking was how people ruined perfectly good disasters. His legs were still unsteady, his throat raw, his body aching in places he had not known could ache, but he forced his shoulders square anyway. He shoved his hair back spikeing with both hands, sparks popping weakly between his fingers, then glared at Ignition like the man had personally offended him by being warm, careful, and stupidly easy to lean on.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Leo rasped.

Ignition blinked. “Like what?”

“Like you’re about to say something gentle.”

“I was not going to say anything.”

“Good. Keep doing that.”

Ignition’s mouth twitched.

Leo pointed at him immediately. “And don’t smile.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re thinking about smiling.”

“That may be true.”

“Then think worse.”

Leo turned toward the mirror, saw himself, and immediately regretted it. His face was flushed, hair wrecked, eyes too bright, lips swollen, collar crooked, pride lying somewhere dead on the tile behind him. He looked like someone had taken Leo Lionheart apart and put him back together with girly just to insult him. His first instinct was to snarl at the reflection. His second was to look at Ignition’s reflection behind him and remember the way the man had held him like he mattered.

The third was panic.

He shoved that down hard.

“Alright,” Leo said, voice still rough but gaining some of its old bite back. “Here’s what’s going to happen.”

Ignition straightened slightly, careful again. Too careful. Like now that the heat of the moment had faded, he was suddenly afraid one wrong word would make Leo bolt. That pissed Leo off because it was accurate.

“You’re moving in,” Leo said.

Ignition went still.

Leo kept going before the silence could get teeth. “Don’t make that face. You’re already in the party. You’re too useful to keep wandering off like some tragic hermit. Alice needs levels. Jolie needs proper backup. Yamaba can’t delve until after the kid’s here. And I’m not letting a B-rank who can punch a hallway into soup just drift around Ikos pretending sleeping alone is a personality.”

Ignition stared at him. “Leo…”

“Nope. Don’t start.”

“I was only going to ask”

“I know what you were going to ask.”

“I don’t think you do.”

“I do.” Leo jabbed a finger into his chest. “You were going to ask if this means something.”

Ignition’s expression shifted, too honest and too open for a bathroom with a cracked sink and a half-broken mirror. “Does it?”

Leo’s ears burned.

He hated that question. He hated that the answer was sitting right there in his chest, loud and humiliating and obvious. He hated that Ignition wasn’t pushing. Wasn’t smirking. Wasn’t taking victory laps around Leo’s wrecked ass. He was just standing there, huge and warm and uncertain, waiting like Leo’s answer mattered.

Leo clicked his tongue and looked away.

“Yes,” he snapped. “You’re my boyfriend. Don’t get fucking arrogant about it.”

For one second, Ignition didn’t move at all.

Then his face softened in a way that made Leo immediately regret having eyes. Not smug. Not triumphant. Not the expression Leo had braced himself against. Just relief. Quiet and deep enough that it made something in Leo’s ribs ache.

“I won’t,” Ignition said.

Leo whipped back toward him. “You absolutely will if you keep looking like that.”

“Like what?”

“Happy.”

Ignition’s mouth twitched again. “I am happy.”

“Then be less obvious.”

“I can try.”

“You better.”

Ignition took a small step closer, then stopped like he was asking permission without using words. Leo saw it. Saw the restraint. Saw the care. Saw the exact reason this whole thing was so dangerous.

An asshole would have been easier.

Leo grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dragged him down into one hard, brief kiss.

It was quick. Angry. More teeth than tenderness. Exactly enough to prove he could still make choices without melting into a puddle of feelings about them. When he pulled back, Ignition looked dazed again.

Leo felt a smug little spark of satisfaction return to the wreckage of his dignity.

“There,” he said. “Official. Now clean yourself up. We’re going back out before the cat lady starts charging us rent.”

Ignition glanced toward the door. “The owner?”

“Who else?”

They did the best they could with the cracked sink, cheap paper charms, and a cleaning rune that buzzed like it resented being activated. Leo splashed cold water on his face until he looked less like a man who had been emotionally mugged by his own desires. Ignition fixed his clothing in silence, though his ears remained faintly dark, which Leo noticed and decided not to be pleased about.

By the time they stepped out of the bathroom, Leo had rebuilt enough of himself to walk first.

That mattered.

He pushed the door open, chin high, shoulders back, every inch the arrogant bastard who had dragged Ignition into the bar in the first place. The hallway lights were too bright. The bar noise hit too hard. His legs still felt unreliable. None of that mattered. Leo Lionheart did not limp away from life-altering bathroom incidents. He swaggered.

A little slower than usual.

But still.

Ignition followed half a pace behind him, which Leo noticed too. Good. Smart man. New boyfriend or not, the hierarchy wasn’t dead just because Leo’s knees had hit tile.

Their table was still empty when they returned, though the Kheprathi owner had cleared the old glasses and left a fresh pitcher of water in the center like she knew they would need it. Leo stared at the water, suspicious.

Ignition sat carefully.

Leo sat more carefully.

Neither commented.

The football game was still going, and somehow the red-helmeted player Leo hated on principle had scored again. The crowd inside Pride’s Break roared. Leo ignored it and lifted a hand toward the owner.

“Food,” he called.

She appeared at the table with the speed of someone who had been waiting for exactly that. “Finally. I was wondering if you boys planned to survive on beer and emotional damage.”

Leo narrowed his eyes. “You always this mouthy with paying customers?”

“With the interesting ones.” Her gold eyes slid from Leo to Ignition and back again. “What are we eating?”

Ignition cleared his throat. “Barbecue chicken strips. Fries, if you have them.”

“We do.”

Leo leaned back, trying not to wince. “Yakitori.”

The owner’s brows lifted. “Yakitori?”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Her smile turned sharper. “Didn’t peg you for skewers and tare sauce.”

Leo clicked his tongue. “Living with Yamaba gave me taste.”

“Lucky you.”

“Damn right.”

The owner marked the order on a little floating panel, then rested one hand on the table and looked at both of them with the exact kind of calm amusement Leo did not trust. “Also, before anyone asks, yes, the privacy wards in the bathroom still cover the stalls.”

Leo froze.

Ignition froze too.

The owner continued cheerfully. “The sinks, however, are covered by security panels. Vandalism issue. Adventurers like breaking mirrors when they discover feelings. Very expensive habit.”

Leo felt the blood leave his face and come back hotter.

Ignition slowly closed his eyes.

The owner’s smile widened by one vicious inch. “Don’t worry. I’m not running a gossip house. Footage auto-purges unless there’s property damage or a crime. That said…” Her eyes flicked toward Leo. “You cracked my sink.”

Leo stared at her.

She stared back.

The whole bar seemed to tilt.

“You saw,” Leo said.

“I saw enough to know the sink did not crack itself.”

Ignition covered his face with one hand.

Leo’s lightning sparked under the table. “You watched?”

“I checked the damage alert,” she said. “Fortunately, the damage alert was… informative.”

Leo opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

The owner looked delighted.

Then Leo found his voice again, which was probably a mistake. “You say a word to anyone and I’ll”

“Pay for the sink?” she offered.

“I was going to say something more threatening.”

“I know. I’m redirecting you toward adulthood.”

Ignition made a sound that might have been pain.

Leo pointed at him without looking. “Don’t you fucking laugh.”

The owner tapped the table twice. “Food will be out in ten. Sink fee is on your tab. Congratulations on whatever that was. It looked emotionally complicated.”

“It wasn’t complicated,” Leo snapped.

She looked at Ignition.

Ignition lowered his hand from his face. “It was somewhat complicated.”

Leo kicked him under the table.

Ignition did not react, which was unfair.

The owner laughed and walked away.

Leo sat there in silence, burning alive from the inside out in a way that had nothing to do with Ignition’s hot cum inside him. He stared at the table. Then the panel. Then the pitcher of water. Anywhere but Ignition. His newly rebuilt mental armor had lasted maybe six minutes. A personal record for failure.

Ignition poured him water.

Leo glared at the cup. “I didn’t ask.”

“You need it.”

“Don’t care.”

“You are bright red.”

“Shut up.”

Ignition pushed the cup closer.

Leo drank it.

They sat through the next few minutes like men recovering from a battle neither of them was allowed to name. The food arrived hot and smelling good enough that Leo’s body remembered it had been through a dungeon, a warband, too much beer, and several emotional decisions in a bar bathroom. Ignition’s barbecue chicken strips came piled high beside crisp fries, sauce dark and sticky enough to cling to the plate. Leo’s yakitori arrived on skewers, glazed and smoky, with scallions charred at the edges and rice tucked neatly beside them. He picked one up, took a bite, and immediately felt less like dying.

Ignition ate quietly for about thirty seconds.

Then he said, “Boyfriend.”

Leo nearly choked.

He slammed a fist against his chest, swallowed, and glared across the table. “What?”

Ignition looked down at his food, but the faint warmth in his face gave him away. “I was only confirming.”

“You confirm that in your head.”

“Alright.”

“And don’t say it all soft like that.”

“I did not know I was.”

“You were.”

Ignition nodded once, then took a fry.

Leo stared at him.

The bastard looked happy.

Quietly happy. Carefully happy. Like he was holding the feeling in both hands and afraid to squeeze too hard in case it vanished. It made Leo’s chest hurt again, which was unacceptable, so he attacked the yakitori with more aggression than food deserved.

“Rules,” Leo said after a minute.

Ignition looked up.

“If you move in, there are rules.”

“I expected that.”

“Don’t sound prepared. It annoys me.”

“I am not prepared.”

“Better.” Leo pointed a skewer at him. “One. It’s still my place.”

“Understood.”

“Two. My girls are my girls.”

Ignition’s expression shifted, careful again. “Understood.”

“Three. Yamaba’s pregnant, so you don’t stress her out. Alice panics if people breathe weird near her, so don’t do that. Jolie will flirt with you just to make me insane, and if you let her win too easily, I’ll be pissed.”

Ignition blinked. “How do I not let her win?”

“You don’t. That’s the problem.”

Ignition considered this. “So I lose?”

“Obviously.”

“To avoid upsetting you?”

“No, losing will also upset me.”

“That seems difficult.”

“It is. Welcome to the party.”

Ignition looked at him for a moment.

Then that almost-smile returned.

Leo pointed the half-eaten skewer at him again. “And don’t look at me like moving into my disaster apartment is some kind of gift.”

“It feels like one.”

Leo’s throat tightened.

He looked back at the sports panel, where the orc football game had finally ended and the system was cycling through highlights. “Yeah, well. Don’t get used to it.”

Ignition did not answer.

Leo glanced back despite himself.

Ignition was eating, eyes lowered, shoulders relaxed in a way Leo hadn’t seen before. Not fully. The man still carried ghosts in his spine. But something had loosened. Something had accepted a place at the table.

Leo took another bite of yakitori and tried not to think about the apartment.

The owner called from the bar, “Need another round?”

Leo lifted his glass without looking. “Yeah.”

Ignition glanced at him. “Should we slow down?”

Leo shot him a look. “You’re already moving in. Too late for good judgment.”

“That is fair.”

“Stop agreeing with me.”

“I will try.”

“Bad start.”

Ignition’s mouth twitched again.

Leo shook his head, furious with the smile trying to creep onto his own face. The night had gone completely off the rails. Any sane man would have stopped three terrible decisions ago.

Leo lifted his beer when it arrived.

Ignition lifted his too.

“To the harem,” Leo said, because if he didn’t say it like a joke, it might sound too real.

Ignition’s eyes met his over the rim of the glass.

“To the harem,” he said.

They drank.