“Fuckin’ hot,” Clark muttered, sliding on top of Ellis and kissing him again, all Clark’s weight crushing Ellis into the pad beneath them. “All this pale skin’s going to look gorgeous with bruises.” Clark sucked at Ellis’s pulse but didn’t give Ellis a chance to respond or think. One second Ellis was lying flat, and the next, Clark had rolled and manhandled him up onto his knees.
Clark held Ellis long enough for the room to stop spinning and grabbed the jump rig. “This is a suspension harness. Should look pretty familiar, and it works like what you’re used to, more or less. Let’s get you into this, all right?”
“Yes, Sarge,” Ellis said, the familiar phrase anchoring him. “Just like in training but leather.” He ducked his head as Clark wrapped the entire harness around Ellis’s body, settin
