Clark kissed Daniel with a slow slide of lips to keep thoughts at bay. Touching Daniel made images of the past fade into unimportance. “You help,” he said against Daniel’s mouth. “You…”
Unable to say that, thanks to Daniel, Clark was pain-free, sober, and clear-headed, he kissed Daniel again. Clark didn’t care about physiological anything; the only difference between this attack and the others was Daniel, and thus, Daniel made it easier.
With a quiet sound and a soft suck of Daniel’s lip, Clark reached and got his pants undone, pushing them down as the need to feel Daniel against him overrode all else.
Daniel slid along his side and got an arm free to help. He released Clark’s c**k and smiled, bending to kiss a wide, discolored scar on Clark’s thigh before working the clothing over Clar
