Their mouths met with barely controlled passion. The fluttering in Mark’s belly morphed into a warm sensation of floating. Or maybe it was just that all his concerns were drifting away with Brandt’s words. Brandt loved him. He was sure of that now.
Brandt pushed him backward onto the couch cushions, and Mark smiled into their kiss. He had no issues with Brandt taking control. On the contrary, he welcomed it as a delightful change of pace and affirmation of Brandt’s love.
Mark moaned as their tongues slid together. He lifted his legs onto the couch, and Brandt raised his body to allow him the space to move into place beneath him.
They’d already gotten comfortable wearing holiday plaid pajama pants and loose tees, so it was easy for Mark to pull his shirt over his head. He took advantage
