Win's voice lowered, thick and rough. "But I'll make you feel good."
His thoughts thundered: I'm selfish. Maybe I am. But I won't let any man touch you. Until I decide if I want you or not… You belong only to me, King.
He crushed his lips back to King's, this time with fire.
The kiss was no longer just desperate, it was consuming. King moaned against his mouth, his fingers clawing into Win's back.
Their bodies shifted, hips pressing. The friction of their clothed erections dragged against each other. Both gasped, the heat overwhelming.
King arched up, chasing more.
Win ground down harder, his hand gripping King's hip, forcing their cocks to rub together through the thin layers of fabric.
King whimpered, his body shuddering beneath the weight, overwhelmed by every spark that shot through him.
Win growled low into King's mouth, kissing him harder, deeper, until neither of them could breathe.
