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He opens his mouth to respond, but I’m already crossing the room. Before I can think better of it, I catch his face between my hands, my fingers firm against his jaw as I pull his mask up and kiss him.

There’s nothing tentative about it.

Months of anger, suspicion, attraction, and restraint collapse into this single moment, and the second my mouth meets his, something inside my chest gives way. Dante’s breath catches against mine, his body going completely still for one stunned heartbeat, as though even he needs a moment to understand what I’m doing.

I tighten my grip on his jaw and kiss him harder, pouring every thought I’ve refused to acknowledge into it. His skin is warm beneath my palms, his breath sharp against my mouth, and when his hands finally find my waist, the room suddenly feels far too small.

My heart pounds so violently that I can feel it in my throat.

I let a hands slip under his shirt, exploring his skin. Dante groans into the kiss, dragging my hips against his.

I can already feel his dick hardening as he rubs himself against me. His hands knead at my sides.

“Mhmm, what’s gotten into you?” he whispers into the kiss. His lips trail down the side of my jaw and into my neck, sucking angry red marks onto my flesh.

The need for him is becoming something I can’t compartmentalize anymore. This life I’ve built so carefully and controlled, despite unraveling, means nothing if I can’t have him.

My eyes almost slip shut from the pleasurable spike when a red blinking light catches my attention.

Oh right, literally everyone can see us.

“Dante,” I whine when he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot. He doesn’t stop immediately, seemingly too lost in the moment as he kisses and bites my skin and ruts his hips against me.

My fingers grip at his blonde hair, dragging him up to face me. His lips are red and spit-slicked, looking absolutely starved. Just as I open my mouth to speak, he kisses me again. Open-mouthed and sloppy, licking over my teeth before sucking on my tongue.

He almost kisses my concern away, but the damn camera in my periphery doesn’t allow it, so I pull away.

“They're watching,” I warn him breathlessly.

“Really? Who would’ve thought?” he feigns mock ignorance and laughs.

“I don’t care if they see,” he answers honestly. “At least they’ll know you’re mine.”

I scoff, letting a smile flood my face as I fully pull the mask off his head, tossing it to the side. My gaze scans his face for a moment, drinking in his soft expression, the red dusting over his cheeks, the way he swallows while looking at my lips.

Fuck it.

Who cares if everyone watching the game sees us? Surely watching two guys fuck is nothing compared to watching people getting murdered. This is exactly what they signed up for.

I pull back from Dante and shove him towards one of the fancy couches. He plops down with a questioning expression, smirk never leaving his lips.

“Then let’s give them a show they’ll never forget.”

I get down on my knees, crawl to him before pushing his knees apart and settling between them. His hands automatically reach for his belt, unbuckling and pulling the leather from the tactical cargo pants’ loops. My own hands join, first palming and rubbing his clothed cock, earning me a deep sigh, then unbuttoning and zipping down.

Dante pulls his tactical cargo pants down, but before his boxer briefs can follow, I push his hands away. I nose at the outline of his dick beneath the fabric.

“Did you miss me that much, baby?” his hand rakes through my hair, nails scratching at my scalp. “You’re like an attention-starved puppy.”

I suck at the crown of his cock through his boxer briefs in response, and the man moans above me, hips jerking.

All form of restrictions disappears as Dante finally frees his cock from its confines.

“You look so good like this, baby,” He breathes, voice low and dark. The hand in my hair holds me in place as his other grips himself at the base. He slaps his cock against my lips a few times before smearing his precum over me.

My lips part, catching and sucking his tip into my mouth, tonguing at the slit and tasting him before sinking further onto his cock.

“Fuck,” Dante groans, his hips bucking shallowly. My throat contracts as I swallow around him. I have him so deep in my mouth that my nose nuzzles at his happy trail. I swallow again and hum around his dick. Savoring the way he shudders underneath my touch.