“Whose fault is that?”
“Mine,” Thomas replied, gripping Scott’s chin. “It’s my fault you smell of sweat, lube and come.”
Scott narrowed his eyes. “You like it. That’s why you wouldn’t let me shower.”
“It’s one of the reasons…”
“You like that there’s knots in my hair, and my dick is red again, and that I’m aching on the inside.”
“Course I do.”
“And you like me on my knees in front of you.”
Thomas swallowed. He let go of Scott’s chin. “I’m not sure how I feel about that…”
“You haven’t left.”
“No. I haven’t.” He clenched his jaw. “I should –”
“The door’s right there. I’m not stopping you.”
“Oh, but you are… Why did you have to get down on your knees?”
Scott twitched his eyebrows. “I wanted to.”
“But why?”
“I wanted to make you feel good.”
Thomas swiped his thumb against Scott’s bottom lip, then pushed it into his mouth. Scott gripped Thomas’s wrist in both hands and suckled the digit, giving his most appealing eyes to Thomas. It was an automatic response, immediate.
Thomas glared down at Scott. “Stop doing that.”
Scott spoke around Thomas’s thumb in his mouth. “Doing what?”
“You think you can manipulate me…”
Scott frowned. It wasn’t manipulation. He wasn’t trying to coerce Thomas into unzipping his jeans. He wanted to give something back after taking so much.
Thomas touched Scott’s frown lines with his free hand until Scott relaxed his expression. “Surely you don’t actually want to do that to me?”
Scott gripped Thomas’s thumb with his teeth and nodded vehemently.
“Me?” Thomas repeated, narrowing his eyes to dangerous slits. His nostrils flared, and he swiped his forked tongue across his bottom lip. “Me?”
Scott released Thomas’s thumb. “You.”
He reached for the button on Thomas’s jeans, and when he wasn’t slapped away, he opened them, fumbling for the zip and working that open too. Thomas continued to glare down at him, a sneer pulling at the edges of his mouth as Scott pulled Thomas’s boxers down to join his jeans.
Thomas’s cock was snake-skin in appearance like the rest of him, but Scott spared the tattoo no thought. It was the thickness and the wet tip that had Scott biting his bottom lip and glancing up at Thomas for permission.
Thomas didn’t grant or deny it.
Scott shuffled closer until one of Thomas’s feet slid between his legs. While keeping his hands in his lap, he reached out with his tongue to swipe the head of Thomas’s cock. His taste was heavy, and heady, and Scott licked again, lapping at Thomas’s bobbing cock like he was desperate for the taste.
Thomas didn’t move away, but the snarl on his face intensified. He lifted his foot between Scott’s legs, tilting it from his heel until the back of his toes rested against Scott’s taint. Scott ground down on him, which lifted some of the anger from Thomas’s expression.
Thomas tilted his head, watching.
