WARNING: EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT
Virgil leans back and lets Hayden go to town with marking him up, his quiet and shy lover never worked up enough courage before except for a little hickey here and there but now sharp little teeth is digging into the skin of his neck, skimming over his collarbones and the skin of his chest, his pants feeling like a steel cage on his hardened dick.
He keeps a firm grip on the slender lover's waist to stop him from grinding down, the pressure bordering on pleasure-pain.
"Virgil." Hayden gasps sweetly into the crook of his neck, impatient and that was the go-ahead he needed to sweep him up into his arms and make for their bedroom.
He had barely settled down Hayden on the bed when he's throwing his legs and arms around him, pulling him down, eyes hooded as he arches slightly.
