When Alexander finally tore away, both of them were panting, lips swollen and wet, eyes wild.
"That's a yes, Alexander," Adrian whispered.
He didn't wait for permission.
He dropped.
Knees hitting the cool tiles with a soft thud, hands already clawing at Alexander's belt. The leather whispered free, the zipper rasped down, and Alexander's cock sprang out, heavy and flushed, a bead of precum trembling at the tip.
Adrian looked up, eyes glassy with hunger and something achingly soft.
"Let me take care of you," he whispered, voice raw. "Please."
Alexander's hand threaded into Adrian's hair, not pushing, just holding, trembling with restraint. "Then do it," he rasped. "Show me you're mine."
Adrian leaned in like it was worship.
