Dimitri trembled as he slid his lips over Elian’s. Elian opened for him, and Dimitri pressed him tighter against his body. The heat building inside was a kind of heat that had been dormant for years. He wanted to climb into Elian, wanted to consume him, live inside him. His hands slid over his back, down to the swell of his ass. Dimitri wanted to knead, to caress, to touch and taste. He wanted Elian without a stitch of clothing and presented to him on a silver platter.
Elian moaned and rubbed against him, his hard length a testament to Dimitri not being the only one wanting. He wanted to lift Elian and put him on the counter, but he didn’t dare to. What if he lost his balance? What if they fell? Instead, he ran his hand over his ass and abandoned Elian’s mouth in favor of his neck.
“Damn
