But this was not his game.
So he waited, savoring the taste of Samuel, only vaguely aware the peppermint stick had disappeared at some point. Nagging thoughts tried to ruin the moment by reminding him that Samuel had been gone for so very long. His angel lover had neglected him and he should have been demanding answers as to why. To be perfectly honest, he didn’t care what kept Samuel away. All that mattered was that moment, was the taste of Samuel on his lips, his tongue, the body pressed against his.
He thrust his hips at Samuel, whimpering.
The angel broke the kiss and pushed Flynn backward into the room.
Flynn blinked.