Fucking Hollywood and its fucking depiction of scenes like this in the movies. Those damn actors made them appear really easy. Clement scowled in irritation for a brief moment, and he almost wept in relief when he and Kyle finally succeeded in stripping each other bare. Now he couldn’t breathe. It felt as if someone had punched out all the oxygen from within his body. He couldn’t stop admiring every inch of Kyle’s exposed skin. He had seen Kyle naked before. This wouldn’t be the first time he got the privilege of making love to Kyle, but it would be different. Kyle was now his fiancé. They might not be married yet, but the primal part of his brain were already screaming mine mine mine back at him.
“Damn it, Kyle,” Clement whispered as he leaned down until their foreheads were touching. “I don’t know how I got to be so lucky. You’re so gorgeous, and you’re all mine. Thank you, baby.”
Kyle smiled. “Ditto, stud. Now kiss me. Please.”