Curtis moaned into his mouth but took Lyndon’s free hand with one of his own and directed him, down his chest, across his scars, over his abdomen. Lyndon caressed him, kissing him harder. He wanted so badly to…
“Curtis,” he said, trying not to growl, “Can I…”
“Whatever you want,” said Curtis.
Lyndon figured Curtis would let him know what wasn’t working for him and took the encouragement immediately. He kissed Curtis once more and then descended, kissed the patch of hair growing up toward Curtis’ navel. He hooked his fingers under the hem of Curtis’ boxers and glanced up to find Curtis had tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Lyndon tugged the pants down and descended, pushing Curtis’ legs where he wanted them, kissing down to where he found Curtis hard and hot and needy. He took Cu
