In the three months since he’d last seen Jack, he’d fostered more fantasies than he’d ever thought feasible. Dreams of the pair of them on the dance floor, panting and sweaty as they finished a particularly difficult combination. Images of Jack pinned against the kitchen counter at his friend’s apartment, goading Paul into f*****g him until he couldn’t even breathe. Memories of hot skin and a hotter tongue wreaking havoc with Paul’s senses.
None of them compared to the reality of drowning in Jack’s kisses.
Though he was the one on top, Paul felt like he was being smothered, crushed by Jack’s heat, devoured by his desperate mouth. He braced himself up on one knuckled fist, but Jack refused to relax the circle of his legs, only giving Paul a scant couple of inches between their chests to f
