Ryan swore. He sat back and pulled Harley onto his lap because he needed the closeness, he needed more skin against his and he needed, damn it, to kiss his lover.
Harley turned his head, gasping as their lips met. Ryan thrust up, his senses scattered to the wind, overwhelmed with the sheer pleasure of it all. He worked Harley’s c**k faster and Harley bounced on his lap, noisy in his pleasure, gasping and crying out as he got closer, until he shuddered and his head fell back against Ryan’s shoulder.
He shouted Ryan’s name as he came and Ryan bit him on the throat as his own orgasm rose to sweep away all rational thought on a tidal wave of blistering ecstasy that seemed to go on and on until he slumped exhausted against his partner, holding him hard, his heart thundering against Harley’s b
