Arvid moaned, wanting to claw at the bedding, but not willing to move his injured arm. “More.”
Espen pushed in farther, making goosebumps erupt over his skin.
“f**k, you feel good.”
Arvid nodded, unable to reply. He pushed against Espen. The heat inside him was consuming, tingles danced in his mind as Espen thrust. Time and time again, he slid over the spot that had explosions go off behind his eyes.
A large hand gripped his hip only to slide forward and curl around his c**k. When teeth nipped at the crook of his neck, he didn’t tense. If Espen wanted to bite, Arvid would allow him to as long as he didn’t stop the maddening thrusts.
“Faster.” Arvid needed—needed to come, needed to be held, needed to belong. “Please.”
Espen growled, his hips lunging and his grip tightening on Arvid’s
