A low, deep groan tore out of Derek. He breathed deeply to get control of himself. Just that much, and he was ready to go off. He wanted—needed—it to last. But he’d been waiting for so long, his body was betraying him. He took a breath of Blake scented air and then another and then rolled over onto his back. Blake’s head popped up, surprise and a little hurt on his face, but Derek didn’t give him a chance to worry. He tugged Blake, wanting the man to straddle his hips. “I want to touch, too.”
Blake’s eyes bled to black as the pupils dilated even more. His voice was a low growl as he commanded, “Get your boxers off.”
Derek slid them off and tossed them to the floor. A second later a just-as-naked Blake lifted a pale thigh over Derek’s hips and settled down. The heat of their flesh was insane, and Derek hissed as Blake’s ass slid over his cock.