Mason didn’t speak. His throat was too tight for the words to come out. But Anton’s face softened, and he turned his head to press a kiss to Mason’s inner thigh.
“I know. It doesn’t seem like enough.”
It wasn’t enough. And every single time he saw Anton after that day, he would be driven to distraction by need and frustration. Which meant there was only real solution. After they went back to San Antonio, he simply couldn’t see Anton again. The realization pinched his heart, but Mason didn’t see a way around it.
“Please…Anton. I’m…I’m ready for more.”
Though Anton never looked away, he reached out to the side and found the discarded toolkit, handling it expertly to extract the lube. The sound of it being opened sent a shiver along Mason’s skin, but he couldn’t break the spell that was winding around them.