The knot held them fast, throbbing with every slow pulse of Trevor's release. Lucas lay sprawled beneath him, chest rising and falling in uneven waves, sweat cooling on flushed skin. His green eyes fluttered half-shut, but there was still that glint of feral satisfaction in them, the same one that had burned across the dinner table hours earlier.
Trevor smoothed damp hair back from his brow, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Gods, Lucas," he murmured. His voice was still rough, gravelled by the edge of his rut. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."
Lucas huffed a laugh that broke halfway into a sigh. "You're already inside me, knotted… how much more do you want?"
