“You seem a little wound up, baby,” Scooter teased, giving in to the temptation of Andy’s mouth, flicking his tongue over Andy’s bottom lip. Scooter cupped Andy’s jaw, held Andy right where he wanted him, dropping sweet, gentle kisses over Andy’s mouth, pulling back every time Andy tried to deepen the kisses. The longer it went on, the wilder Scooter felt; control slipping his leash until he finally lost it and took possession of Andy’s mouth, groaning against the slick, velvet feel. “Oh God, Andy…wanna give you everything, want…want…” Before he could even finish his thought, Andy had his arms around Scooter’s neck, dragging him down, capturing his mouth with take-no-prisoners enthusiasm. Scooter surrendered, letting Andy push him back to the sofa, their lips barely separating.