Chapter 20

Their lovemaking was unhurried. After Michael had begun to thrust, Shane craned his head around so their lips could come together. There was a great deal of eroticism in the discomfort Shane felt. The pleasure of the kiss and of his arsehole being fucked, together with the less comfortable dull ache in his neck, somehow combined to intensify the sensations flooding his mind and soul.

They fucked with Shane on his knees, on all fours, like a dog. They fucked in the missionary position. They fucked with Shane on top, and side by side. And when Michael finally climaxed, his whole body, coated with perspiration, shuddered and shook, and continued to do so for quite some time afterwards.

“That’s what I call ‘making love,’” he said as he collapsed beside Shane. “Let me catch my breath and then I’ll take care of you.”

Shane craned his neck and kissed Michael’s lips. “Took care of myself,” he said. “Here.”