Trevor's hand was still wrapped around the silk tie, the fabric taut and unyielding as he pinned Lucas's wrist to his chest. The other hand, though, was far less restrained. His fingers slid down Lucas's spine, tracing the curve of his back with slow, calculated precision before dipping under the hem of his shorts. Lucas shifted, his breath catching sharply as Trevor's fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin there.
Trevor chuckled, dark and predatory, and let his hand slip further. His fingers traced the curve of Lucas's ass, teasing the edge of where fabric met skin. "You're the one who started this," he reminded him, voice dripping with intent.
Lucas's laugh was breathless, half defiance and half surrender. "I didn't think you'd take it this far."
Trevor's grip tightened on his thigh, fingers biting into flesh just hard enough to make Lucas gasp. "Liar," he said, the word heavy with accusation. "You knew exactly what you were doing."
