Lucas could barely breathe, could barely think, with Trevor's scent in his lungs and that horrible, gorgeous device still sitting like a challenge at the edge of the bed. His knees gave the first warning tremble, and Trevor caught him easily, guiding him back onto the duvet as if he weighed nothing.
Clothes vanished between kisses. Lucas didn't remember how. Just the hiss of zippers, the drag of silk over his overheated skin, and Trevor's fingers grounding him through it all. Everything about him felt like it was seconds from cracking, from breaking open in a way that had nothing to do with heat schedules or cycle planners.
Trevor settled between his thighs, gaze dark and heavy as he looked down at him. "Still pretending you're fine?" he asked softly, brushing Lucas's thigh with the back of his hand.
