Vlad's POV
I really couldn't hold myself back when I saw Ezra this close. That's why I touched him.
But it seemed that reaching his climax so soon hurt his pride, so now he had challenged me—saying he would make me reach mine too.
"Vlad, don't move. I will do the same with you," he said.
Cute—that's what I wanted to call him. But nah, I wouldn't say it out loud. It would make him even more embarrassed than he already was.
In a few seconds, Ezra got on top of me, sitting over me. He took off my clothes.
His soft hands felt really good as he touched me. He gently placed my clothes on the bed, then glanced at me again. His pheromones were filling the air, and his face showed he was nervous.
It was really hard for me, because seeing that face made me want to pin Ezra down right here and pound into him until I made him a mess.
But as I said before, I didn't want to scare him yet… so I restrained myself, even if it was hard.
