Mine

Arrow's smirk deepened, amusement flickering in his cold eyes as he brushed a thumb over Chase's flushed cheek. "Not tonight," he murmured, voice smooth like silk. "We'll save that for another day."

Chase blinked up at him, still dazed, his lips swollen from their kisses. "Then what are we—" His sentence cut off with a sharp inhale as Arrow shifted closer, pressing their bodies together.

Chase gasped when he felt it—both of them, hard, straining against the soft hotel robes. His entire body went hot, his fingers gripping at the fabric of Arrow's robe as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Arrow's hand slid down his side, deliberate and slow, until he grasped Chase's hips and pulled him up. Chase let out a shaky breath, his head tipping higher to rest against Arrow's shoulder.

"Relax," Arrow murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of Chase's ear. "Let me take care of you."