Page 20 of The Chamber

As their tongues danced together, Michael’s strong hands skillfully unbuttoned the shreds of Kenneth’s shirt, revealing the toned and scarred body underneath.

Kenneth shivered as Michael’s fingers brushed across his skin. He’d never experienced such caring attention before, especially not from someone who knew about his darker desires.

He wanted to let go and surrender to Michael’s attention. The man cared for him and made him feel treasured, despite all his emotional baggage and the scars that marked him inside and out.

Still—how did he appear out of the blue?

“Michael,” Kenneth whispered between kisses, “I don’t deserve this.”

“Shh,” Michael hushed him, his fingertips tracing the contours of Kenneth’s chest. “Tonight’s about feeling good and having fun. Let go and enjoy it.”

As Michael continued to strip away Kenneth’s clothes, their lips remained locked in a passionate dance. Each touch was electric, awakening long-dormant desires.

Kenneth rediscovered a long-neglected side of himself, one the war obliterated and he’d never dared to explore since. With each caress and each ragged breath, he began to trust Michael more, allowing himself to yield to the attentive affection that he missed for so long.

“Come with me,” Michael whispered, gently guiding Kenneth toward the room’s far corner. As they walked, Michael’s clothes fell away piece by piece, revealing the chiseled muscles and taut skin beneath. The sight stirred deep desire and admiration inside Kenneth.

The bed they approached was large and inviting, draped in luxurious, shimmering silks. Plush cushions piled high, their deep reds and purples beckoning them to sink in and get lost within the folds.

“Here,” Michael whispered, his voice both commanding and passionate as he eased Kenneth onto the bed. “Let me touch you and make us both feel good.”

Kenneth’s heart pounded as Michael leaned over him. He searched Michael’s face, seeking reassurance and finding it in the warm depths of his brown eyes. It was no ordinary encounter. It was about trust, connection, and healing.

“Please,” Kenneth breathed, letting go. “Let this be for real.”

Deliberately slowing down his movements, Michael began to kiss Kenneth’s body. His lips trailed down the column of the man’s neck, pausing to nip at the sensitive hollow of his throat.

Kenneth shuddered, his nerves tingling as pleasure mixed with lightly throbbing pain. He was familiar with the combination, but it was always rough and fiery in the past. With Michael, it was different—more intimate and personal.

“Is this okay?” Michael asked, his breath hot against Kenneth’s skin.

“More than—“Kenneth replied, his voice hoarse and raw. “Please don’t stop. I don’t want it to ever end.”

Michael smiled. For a moment, Kenneth thought he spotted a predatory gleam, but he ignored that. The intimate pleasure was too gratifying.

Michael continued his seductive exploration, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Kenneth’s collarbone, teasing his skin with featherlight touch, and eliciting gasps and shivers when Michael pressed their naked bodies together.

“You have been through so much,” Michael said, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweat that glistened on Kenneth’s skin. “I want to help you find pleasure again.”

As Michael moved lower, his hands found Kenneth’s hips, gripping them firmly but gently. His kisses grew more possessive, more insistent, a stark reminder of who was in control. Yet, for all his dominant behavior, Michael’s touch remained soft and gentle—a testament to his efforts to heal and cherish the man beneath him.

“Michael,” Kenneth gasped, his fingers twisting into the silken sheets, “I—I’ve not felt like this for what seems a lifetime.”

Kenneth didn’t want to lose himself entirely in the moment. After all, he was still trapped away from the rest of the world—a pawn in Richard’s game of human chess.

Still—the pleasures overwhelmed his judgment. He wanted to enjoy it. He wasn’t sure he’d felt so treasured at any time since the war.

“Wonderful,” Michael purred, his lips brushing against Kenneth’s trembling, muscular belly. “That means we’re getting somewhere. You deserve this. You deserve to feel loved, desired, and cherished.”

As Michael continued to worship Kenneth’s body with his lips and tongue, Kenneth let go of his fears and insecurities. He surrendered to the sensations, allowing himself the warmth Michael offered to envelop him. For a few stolen moments, at the least, he was no longer damaged or broken—he was adored, whole, and complete.

“Take a deep breath,” Michael instructed gently, his fingers tracing the curve of Kenneth’s lower back. “It’s just me, remember? Trust me.”

Kenneth nodded, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to focus on his breath. He felt Michael’s fingertips graze his hole, sending shivers down his spine. It had been ages since a top approached him in such a gentle way.

“Is this okay?” Michael asked, his voice low and soothing.

“Y-yes,” Kenneth stammered, his knuckles white from gripping the bedsheets. “Please, Michael—“

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