This made Gene never want to be a bottom again. He was craving being this man’s Top for the rest of their lives.
He wanted to own him, and their pleasure.
Gene was just lucky to be with him on this journey. There was nothing in this world hotter than someone coming into their power and sexuality.
And Ethan Blackhawk was doing that.
Spectacularly too.
He moved closer, and lifted his chin so he was staring into his eyes.
“They are going to hurt coming off, but I’ll put these right back on as soon as I can.”
He just nodded, his full faith in Gene.
As Gene touched the one, Ethan’s body reacted, and he moaned.
God.
Gene wanted to cum just watching him. This was a tempting man, and he wished the two men in the other room would just go.
He didn’t want to work.
He wanted to play.
With quick fingers, he unclamped them, and before Ethan could make a sound, he captured his mouth, and devoured it in one hell of a kiss.
It was wild, ruthless, and filled with unadulterated lust. Ethan clung to him, and in that moment, Gene knew working was going to be far more torturous on him than Ethan.
Gene was desperately hard, and watching his man, and knowing what was going on in his pants…
And under his shirt…
God.
He hoped he survived this. Later, there was going to be some hardcore fucking.
Bet.
On.
It.
As he broke the kiss, Gene was just as breathless as his bottom, and as he stared into Ethan’s eyes, he saw the lust there.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “This is a lot.”
He was sure.
“Train me, so I can do the same thing to you when you’re the bottom.IFwe ever switch back again. I like being your property.”
Oh, holy shit.
Those words undid him in ways Ethan would never understand. He’d been a bottom for so long, but it looked as if this was his era of discovery too.
And he wanted that.
Desperately.
