Page 78 of Fool Me Twice

He sank down on it until Cane hit the back of his throat, and Hart gagged, the sound loud in the confined space. Cane’s cock filled instantly, and he braced both hands against the wall as Hart’s head bobbed up and down on his cock, his tongue wrapping around the piercing just under his head.

He set a punishing pace, scraped teeth along the soft skin until it burned, swallowed around Cane as pools of spit dribbled down his chin and onto the floor. His hands tightened on Cane’s hips as he pulled him forward, urging him to do something Cane had never done with him before.

His hips stuttered for a second. Hesitated.

Hart pulled off of him and looked up, stubborn like always as he glared.

“Fuck my mouth,” he said and the filth of those words coming from someone like Hart snapped Cane’s final string of self-control.

One hand braced on the wall, he sank the other into Hart’s hair, pulling his head forward until he was buried balls deep inside his mouth.

He drank in Hart’s desperate moans, reveled in the obscene, wet sounds of his mouth as he drove in and out of him, keeping his head steady as he took what he needed. The pressure in his balls built. He grunted loudly, forehead coming to rest next to his palm on the wall so he could look down.

He watched himself fuck Hart’s mouth, and for the first time in however many hours, he felt like he was back inside his own body. Like his skin and his flesh and his bones truly belonged to him. He channeled the rage, the uncertainty, and the disappointment into that warm mouth, and with just a few more thrusts, he unloaded it all on Hart, who took it like he was made for it. Swallowed it all and stole it from Cane like he had the right to it.

Cane’s entire body shook.

His knees gave out and he slid to the floor next to Hart, spent and wrung out and just…empty.

He ran a hand over his face, wiping away the sweat and haze the orgasm had left in his eyes.

He moved until his back was against the wall, turning to see Hart folding his body into the same position against the opposite wall. Even with his lips shiny from Cane’s cum and his hair completely messed up, he still managed to look like he hadn’t just been acting as Cane’s personal sex doll. Like he got on his knees for men as a habit, and he’d managed to practice it to perfection until it didn’t even ruffle him anymore.

He grabbed the bag he’d brought with him, opening it up and pulling a container out of it. He thrust it into Cane’s hands, ignoring the fact that his dick was still out.

“I brought food,” he said, voice hoarse from the abuse Cane had just unleashed on his mouth.

“Hart…”

Hart snapped his eyes up and shook his head. “I know. I needed it too.”

“That wasn’t for you, though,” Cane said, eyeing the way Hart ran his palm over a crease in the knee of his pants.

“What makes you say that?” Hart asked.

Cane huffed, shaking his head. Prissy little prick still wanted to act like they were nothing. “I know what it looks like when you take for yourself, sweetheart.”

Hart glared at him for a second, the sight of his lips swollen from abuse ruining the effect.

“Maybe I needed to know you were okay,” he said, not looking at Cane for a split second. “Now eat.”

He pulled out his own container of food, spread a disposable napkin over his lap before placing the container on top of it, and took out the plastic fork that came with it. He took a dainty bite of his food, chewing slowly before swallowing and dabbing at the corner of his lips with another napkin.

Like a prince.

Like he hadn’t just been on his knees for Cane, mouth full of his cock as he choked on it. Like he was two different people living in one body. Like he hadn’t just admitted to caring about Cane before trying to play it off like it was nothing.

“I don’t fucking get you,” Cane said finally, accepting that he wouldn’t be getting any more out of Hart. He took a bite out of his sandwich, messy and sloppy and not giving a single fuck about it.

Hart lifted an eyebrow at him over his food. “You keep saying you do.”

Cane shook his head slowly as he came to the realization. “I know you, but I don’t understand you. Knowledge and understanding are two different things.”

Hart looked shocked and a little uncomfortable, the same cagey look he always got when Cane crept too close to the things he wanted to keep from him. “How…profound of you.”

Cane didn’t take the bait, keeping his stare aimed directly at Hart. Like he could see inside him. “I get a part of you. The part that just sucked my fucking brain out through my dick.”

“Language,” Hart said, but there was no heat in his voice.