He kept expecting Duke to reach between their bodies to jerk himself off, but that shift never came. One hand remained firmly on Scott’s head, the other on his ass, only slipping when sweat interceded and loosened the hold. But even then, Duke resumed his position, effectively trapping Scott inside the circle of his arms. He held on with a sense of possession that might have scared Scott under other circumstances, but now, just felt incredibly right. Like this was where they belonged.
Scott loved the way Duke felt beneath him. So wonderfully alive, his body flexing, his muscles moving beneath his taut skin. Scott was careful not to touch the stitches on his side, but he let his hand drift everywhere else over his body. Occasionally, he broke the kiss long enough to look at Duke’s face, co
