He’s not competition—he’s a living blueprint of surrender.And sometimes, an unexpected temptation.Micah LaneAge: 27Height: 5’8”Build: Lean, bratty gym twink, soft mouth and quick hipsCock: 6.5 inches, pierced at the tip, usually caged unless he earns itAss: Pink, slick, endlessly greedy—desperate for disciplineMicah is trouble wrapped in lube and attitude. “It meant somethin’.”Tre nodded. Gay sex Some submit on sight. Dangerous in that slow-burning way. You earn stillness. Because of your presence.”Tre smirked faintly. Just the slap of skin and the sound of submission.“Keep your hands on the floor,” Tre said.And then he moved.Long strokes. No hallway. “Ten… nine…”Tre unbuckled his belt, but didn’t remove his pants.“Eight… seven…”He stepped in closer.“Six… five…”He raised one boot and gently pressed it between the sub’s shoulder blades—weight firm but not cruel.“Four…”“Three…”Tre took another sip of bourbon. Quiet. Patience. “And now you’re learning what most never do.”Tre raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”Jax locked eyes with him.“How to make a man cum… without ever touching him.”Scene Five: ReversalFriday – 10:42 p.m.Langston Private Residences, Suite 1904The elevator opened directly into the suite. “Micah.”“You clean?”“Yes, sir.”Tre nodded once, stood up, and turned to Jax.“You watching tonight?”Jax smirked faintly. And a steady push until the head slipped in.Jax groaned.Tre paused.“Breathe.”Jax nodded again.Tre fed him more—inch by inch, the curve of his shaft
