Clark stood and hugged Daniel, clutching and kissing and not caring that he made desperate sounds. His cock demanded attention. Clark felt too hot, like he might come out of his skin.
And he lovedit. Would have begged—for something, anything—if he could only have found the words.
* * * *
Daniel ate up Clark’s sounds with a hunger that made him ache. Between Adam’s ministrations at Break and Clark’s touch now, he knew he wasn’t going to last long once they got started, but he wanted to give Clark what he could. He laid soft kisses on Clark’s eyelids and forehead. “Get on the bed and lie back, Clark.”
Clark complied, slowly lowering himself onto the mattress, eyes catching Daniel’s and abs flexing under the scarred skin.