WARNING This chapter starts with a scene that could qualify as #forced (or not)
"Mmmhmm ..." Martin made a weak voice of objection, muffled by a kiss.
Steve did not give up. His mouth lashed out with impatient passion, and Martin found, to his shame, that he didn't want to defend himself that much.
Martin kissed really well. His tongue knew exactly where and when to touch it to enhance the sensation. The pleasure stunned him for a moment, and Martin lowered his guard. Taking advantage of the situation, Steve vigorously unzipped his pants and slipped his hand into it.
The younger man groaned at the touch of his hand.
"Hard already," Martin heard Paxton's amused whisper close to his ear.
"What do you want from me?" He hissed furiously having finally free mouth. "Are you bored of girls and want to fuck the guy again?"
Hot breath on his neck, a wet kiss on the back of his neck, and Steve's hand sliding under his pants were the only answer.
