Brace rolled one n****e between his thumb and forefinger, alternately pinching and caressing. Each time he applied a little pressure, Jag shuddered and swayed closer. Brace knew he should wait until they got back to the room, but he couldn’t pull himself away from Jag’s lips. His c**k was hard—he was hard before they kissed. Just being near Jag was enough to make him erect, make his body thrum with excitement.
Jag reached between them and wrapped his fingers around the outline of Brace’s shaft, prompting a soft moan from both of them.
“I want to know you’re mine,” Brace said against his mouth. Mine was too simplistic. He wanted more than that. Mine was the perfect summation of all his desires and feelings. He couldn’t have wanted more than that if he lived for another century.
“I am.”
