Adam went with him, wrapping his legs around Ian’s waist, dragging him in by the back of the neck. Ian refused to give them each an inch of distance as he rutted, desperate for friction. Aching to touch his bare skin, to tear right through it, but there were too many layers. The intensity, the overload of sensation made Ian’s head spin.
“Ian, wait.” Adam’s voice broke through the fog. “Wait, stop—”
Ian bit back a moan, tearing his mouth away from Adam’s throat, using every ounce of his willpower to pull back. With bitter reluctance, he lowered Adam back to the ground. Ian kept his head bowed, their foreheads pressed together hard enough to hurt. They were both shaking beneath each other’s hands. Ian closed his eyes as Adam’s shuddered breaths ghosted over his eyelids, lips.
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