TW: MM sex
Reed
I didn't waste time.
The moment I straddled him, I grabbed his face and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle. It was pure need— tongue, teeth, and desperation. He groaned into my mouth, and I drank it in like oxygen, licking into him, biting his lip, fighting to taste every part of him like it could drown out everything I felt.
When I pulled away, our lips were bruised, slick with spit. My breathing came fast. His chest rose and fell like he was barely keeping it together. I didn’t let either of us breathe for long.
I sat back and stripped in seconds, flinging my shirt across the room and shimmying out of my pants, underwear kicked away. I didn’t even look at myself. I only saw him.
He was still half-dressed, and it wasn’t fair. I reached fo
