The very feeling of imprisonment, at Alex’s disposal, apparently redirected what little blood still managed to feed Nick’s brain. Last fleeting thoughts went through his mind, questioning what he did, his feelings, whether he’d have regrets…concerns swiftly lost to him. His focus narrowed to groping hands and an increasingly hurried application of body contact. There came the brush of flesh and unyielding press of bone, strength, and hard, fast grasping of hands. Then…then he felt the harsh brush of stubble and the delightfully rough contrast of hair rubbing him where he would have expected to feel smooth skin. The sensation confused him for a moment, allowing reality to sink in. He was with a man. He was having s*x with a man.
The heat of Alex’s crotch sinking between his thighs, two har
