Chapter Ten
Wilkes kissed Balkhi harder, pouring every ounce of need he felt into it, gratified to feel that need returned. He reached out and grasped Balkhi’s buttocks, rutting against him. The other man removed his hand from Wilkes’ c**k and echoed the movement, allowing their shafts to rub and press against each other. Slicks of pre-c*m painted their torsos, but neither of them cared.
Twisting his head away, Wilkes murmured, “Rustam? Get the condom and lube. I need to f**k you, now.”
“You need to f**k me?”
Wilkes quirked an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah? Why?”
“Well, what about me?”
Chuckling, Wilkes said, “We’ll have to take it in turns. You like it both ways, huh?”
Balkhi nodded.
A growl rumbled low in Wilkes’ throat, and he gave a sharp nip to Balkhi’s earlobe. “That just makes you even
