Maybe he can. Reza yields to it in a way Vince’s never seen him yield to anything, spread legs cradling Vince’s hips, torso arched into his in a wicked curve. Vince sucks hard on his tongue, one hand drifting back to pull at his hair, and Reza actually moans, breathy and higher than Vince thought to imagine.
Because he did imagine. No use denying it, now that he has the most excruciatingly attractive person in the world caught by the waist, full lips too busy moving against Vince’s to whisper any more riddles that he’ll have to sort through like a tangle of barbed wire. No use not letting it consume him, burn him from the inside.
He moves Reza with an arm around his back, gratified when he wraps his legs around Vince’s waist so that no space cools the air between them as Vince stumbles h
