Those hands firm against his hips are heavenly, and with the moan cause him to buck just a little, a shiver running through him.

He slides his hand from David’s chest to the back of his neck, holding his head as he deepens that kiss, tongue demanding entry. He curls his fingers into flesh, gripping hard, and his thighs press in around the other man.

David is his. And this time his doesn’t suppress it when his body involuntarily arches toward the other man.