Aiden nipped his shoulder and Marc whimpered, forgetting his insecurities for the moment. The heat of Aiden’s mouth overpowered him. He leaned his head to the side as Aiden licked a hot stripe up his neck. Marc ran his hands over Aiden’s shoulders and down his muscled arms.
“Fuck,” he murmured. “You’re so sexy.”
Aiden pulled him closer so Marc could feel his cock through their pants. Fuck, he wanted to get those off. He kissed Aiden, drawn to him like a bee to honey. His lips parted and Aiden’s tongue swept in, taking control again, their tongues rubbing together. His blood heated and his hands raked Aiden’s back as Marc grinded his ass against him.
He pulled at Aiden’s shirt, tugging. “Off,” he begged.