Desire and lust blossomed in his groin to settle into a dull ache behind his balls.
“Please what?” Vic wanted to know.
No words could describe just what Matt wanted, so he sent another mental image between them, this one of Vic impaled on Matt’s hard cock, hips thrusting his length into his lover’s tight, hot core. Every touch, every kiss, every motion boiled down to just the two of them, moving together. One soul in two bodies, seeking release, seeking completion. Made whole.
Scooting down a bit, finally, Vic kissed Matt’s navel. His tongue swirled around the curl of skin, then his teeth nibbled it playfully. Against Matt’s over-sensitized flesh, he breathed, “You read my mind.”
“I’m good at that,” Matt joked. He felt his lover’s dick lying alongside his own and wiggled his hips to draw Vic’s attention farther down, where his shorts threatened to cut off the flow of blood pounding in his erection. “Can you help a guy out here, Vic? Take these damn trunks off already, will you?”