章節 3: Chapter 3

The pleased murmur that Blaze released was enough to blow Arik’s mind. “Don’t just stand there staring,” Blaze demanded. “This isn’t a fucking painting. As much as I appreciate the visual approval, I want you to fuck me.”

“Jesus,” the word tumbled from Arik’s throat before he had a chance to stop it. He crawled forward, advancing slowly, not to add to the tension but because of it. Surely you couldn’t forget? Surely the act could be akin to, hell, who knew? Riding a bike? A horse? Yet the fear still gripped him, made his hands shake and his throat dry.

Success; it seemed…important somehow. To prove. To satisfy. To be the one to make this pretty man squirm and cry out his name. And the way that Blaze was watching him advance…

“Mmm,” Blaze sighed when Arik’s hands found Blaze’s thighs and began a slow slide towards bared pinnacle.