A little too hard. Richard flinched, but instead of pushing him off as Ethan expected, Richard moaned, head going back, and body jerking. Ethan pulled on his skin, and rolled his hips, in some manner stakinga claim, before he managed enough self-will to pull back.
“Bed.”
For a few seconds he didn’t think Richard would obey, but as the man blinked, swayed, and found his feet, pushing away from the wall, he appeared to rise out of a daze. Fumbled attempts to shuck several items of clothing at once might have been amusing if Ethan didn’t fight his own frustration. At last Richard reached the bed, but with nothing more than his jacket and one boot gone, and his shirt half undone.
Clean boots. Despite the lust riding him, the sight earned a roll of Ethan’s eyes. Another reminder of the two, he was the one who toiled for a living.