Daniel ate up Clark’s sounds with a hunger that made him ache. Between Adam’s ministrations at Break and Clark’s touch now, he knew he wasn’t going to last long once they got started, but he wanted to give Clark what he could. He laid soft kisses on Clark’s eyelids and forehead. “Get on the bed and lie back, Clark.”
Clark complied, slowly lowering himself onto the mattress, eyes catching Daniel’s and abs flexing under the scarred skin.
Smiling, Daniel held Clark’s gaze with his own, hands seeking warmth. Daniel took one of Clark’s palms and pressed a kiss in the center of it. “I’m a little torn. I think you’d enjoy yourself more if you kept your hands behind your head and let me work, but I’m all right with you touching me. Just be gentle on my scalp if you catch my hair?”
Clark made a
