With their body weight now supported by something other than just his arms, Daniel moved his hands into Clark’s hair, where his fingers gripped tightly. He turned Clark’s head to face him.
Caught in anticipatory breathlessness, they looked at one another, lips parted. Then Daniel bent to kiss Clark. It wasn’t a gentle or a seductive kiss; it was a desperate, hard, near-attack on Clark’s mouth with lips, teeth, and tongue. Clark’s mind went blank, blissfully devoid of doubt, fear, or anything other than his neurons firing over sensation. He wanted, he needed, and God, this heaven was on fire. And Clark wanted more.
Clark gave as good as he got. He bit, licked, sucked, and pulled at Daniel’s mouth. Clark’s hands clutched Daniel for dear life and sanity. All Clark wanted was to prove with h
