I want you.
Before Sky could even think of a denial, Chris reclaimed his mouth, this kiss deeper, hungrier than any before. It swallowed Sky's gasp, devouring any lingering embarrassment. Chris's hand slid to the back of Sky's head, tilting it, deepening the angle, pulling him into an inescapable current.
Chris moved with deliberate slowness, his body pressing down, molding against Sky's. His other hand, hot and firm, traced a path along Sky's side, over his hip, then settled on the curve of Sky's ass with a possessive squeeze.
Meanwhile, Sky's hand slid down Chris's bare back, finding the indent of his spine, tracing it downwards, exploring every taut muscle. Chris shifted, groaning softly, his hips grinding lightly against Sky's.
