A breath. A gasp. A moan. Light shifting, playing over skin beaded with sweat. Every inch of him is on fire. The only other sound in the little room is the thud and thunder of music from the club proper.

Everything in his midsection tightens. As he comes, Deniz breaks the kiss and cries out into Marc’s mouth. Marc kisses his neck, still pushing into him, sliding him through the spasms.

~*~

Deniz woke, his cock still hard, a sticky warmth on his belly. He glanced over at Roman, breathing next to him. And knew things would never be the same.