The private villa sat perched on a cliff overlooking the Aegean Sea, whitewashed walls glowing softly under the moonlight. The honeymoon had been Dami’s surprise—two weeks in Greece after a quiet courthouse wedding surrounded only by Marcus, Lena, and Alex’s parents. No big ceremony. Just vows, rings, and the promise of forever.

Now, on their fifth night, the air was warm and salted, the distant sound of waves crashing below mixing with the soft hum of cicadas. 

Alex stepped out onto the private terrace wearing nothing but a thin white linen shirt, unbuttoned and fluttering in the breeze. Below, the infinity pool shimmered like liquid sapphire. 

Dami was already in the water, arms resting on the edge, watching him with dark, hungry eyes. “You coming in?” Dami asked, voice low and rough.

Alex’s lips curved. “Depends. You planning to behave?”

“Never.” Dami pushed off the wall and swam toward the shallow steps. 

Water sluiced down his bare chest and shoulders as he rose, tattoos glistening, the phoenix seeming to come alive under the moonlight. 

He wore nothing. The sight made heat pool low in Alex’s belly. Alex met him at the top of the steps. Dami’s wet hands immediately found his waist, sliding under the linen shirt to grip bare skin.

“Been waiting for you,” Dami murmured, pulling him close until their bodies pressed together. Water soaked through the thin fabric instantly. “All day. Thinking about getting my husband alone.”

Husband. The word still sent a thrill through Alex every time. He leaned in, brushing their lips together teasingly. “Then stop talking and show me.”

Dami’s mouth crashed down on his—deep, demanding, tasting of salt and the ouzo they’d shared at dinner. His hands worked quickly, pushing the wet shirt off Alex’s shoulders until it pooled at their feet. Naked skin met naked skin, warm from the day’s sun and the building fire between them. They stumbled back into the villa, barely making it to the large canopy bed before Dami had Alex pinned beneath him. The sheets were cool against heated skin. 

Dami kissed his way down Alex’s body with deliberate slowness—nipping at his collarbone, sucking a mark just below his nipple, tongue tracing the lines of his abs. When he reached Alex’s cock, already hard and leaking, Dami looked up with a wicked grin. 

“Mine.” He took him deep in one smooth motion, throat relaxing as he swallowed around him. Alex’s head fell back with a groan, fingers threading through Dami’s damp hair. The wet heat, the perfect suction, the way Dami hummed around him—it was toe-curling, overwhelming.

“Dami—fuck—slow down or I won’t last.” 

Dami pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny. “You’ll last. Because I’m not done with you yet.” 

He flipped Alex onto his stomach, hands gripping his hips and pulling them up. Alex arched beautifully, offering himself without hesitation. Dami took his time preparing him—fingers slick with lube from the bedside table, stretching him open with patient, skilled strokes while kissing down his spine. When Dami finally pushed inside, slow and deep, they both moaned. The stretch was perfect, the fullness exquisite. 

Dami draped himself over Alex’s back, one arm wrapped around his chest, the other braced beside his head.

“Feel that?” Dami whispered against his ear, rolling his hips in a deep, grinding rhythm. “That’s me loving you. All of you. No more hiding. No more running.”

Alex pushed back to meet every thrust, pleasure sparking white-hot with each movement. 

“Harder. Want to feel you tomorrow.”

Dami growled and gave him exactly what he asked for—thrusts turning faster, deeper, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room alongside their ragged breaths and broken moans. 

He angled perfectly, hitting that spot inside Alex that made stars burst behind his eyelids. Alex came first, crying out Dami’s name as pleasure crashed through him, spilling onto the sheets. Dami followed moments later, burying himself deep and groaning low as he pulsed inside him, hips stuttering through the aftershocks. 

They collapsed together, breathing hard. Dami stayed inside for a long moment, pressing soft kisses to Alex’s shoulder and the back of his neck. Eventually he pulled out gently and rolled them so Alex was tucked against his chest. Their bodies were slick with sweat and cum, hearts still racing in sync.

Dami’s fingers traced lazy circles on Alex’s hip. “Best decision I ever made — stopping running and choosing you.”

Alex smiled against his skin, pressing a kiss over the phoenix tattoo. “Best decision I ever made—letting the flame catch me.”

They stayed tangled like that, listening to the sea and the quiet night. No secrets. No fear. Just two husbands, newly married, burning slow and steady in the honeymoon dark. The eternal flame had never felt warmer.