William thought of the intimate moment he’d shared with Adathan at the hotel. Adathan had been in control, all right. With a touch, a look, a smile—he’d made William do whatever he wanted. And fuck did William wish he could relinquish control again.
But would it be right?
“It’s just that, I was so proud of being seen with you today,” Adathan said.
William’s face fell. There it was—the empty flattery they’d trained him to deliver. But it wouldn’t work on William. Despite how much he wished those words were true, he wasn’t naive. There was nothing about him anyone would be proud to show off.
Adathan’s lips brushed William’s ear. “When you touched me,” he whispered, “when you showed everyone I was yours...”
William’s eyes snapped open, a shiver jolting down his spine.
Adathan let out a soft sigh, his fingers gripping William’s hair. “It set my skin on fire.”
William let go of Adathan and cupped his face with both hands. He looked into his eyes—really looked—and dared his brain to call him a liar. He dared it to keep coming up with excuses to reject whatever didn’t align with its piss-poor narrative, because God forbid he stop being miserable for once in his stupid life.
William pressed his lips to Adathan’s.
Ripples of warmth burst through his chest as Adathan kissed him back, their lips moving in unison, falling into a rhythm as natural as breathing.
He wrapped his arm around Adathan and drew him close. The rest of the world fell away as William’s senses fixed on the beautiful angel in his arms. His smooth, agile lips seeking William’s feverishly. His delicate fingers dancing in William’s hair, then gripping, then relaxing once more. His body pressing into William’s, melting in his arms. His irresistible scent. His intoxicating taste. His searing warmth.
The beautiful sound he made as their kiss deepened.
Fuck.
People were undoubtedly watching, but William didn’t give a shit. Adathan was proud to be seen with him? Fine. William hoped everyone was taking a good look because it was all they were getting. No one else would ever have the privilege of kissing Adathan like this, because William had no intention of ever letting go. He would protect him and cherish him and l—
Adathan pulled away, breathless. A satisfied smile spread across his glistening lips as he caressed William’s cheek. “Should we go back home?”
The look in Adathan’s eyes stirred molten lust in William’s stomach. He grabbed Adathan’s hand and resumed walking, thanking his past self for choosing an apartment so close to the library.
His pulse raced as they hurried home. A tiny voice told him they should talk first, but it was a lost cause. Fuck reason. Whatever Adathan wanted tonight, he was getting it.
William rushed up the stairs, fumbled with his keys, dropped his backpack, kicked off his shoes, and closed the door.
Adathan tugged on his collar, pulling him down for a kiss—one nobody would see.
William groaned, his body alight with need. He adjusted himself in his pants as he kissed Adathan back, their noses bumping in his haste.
Adathan chuckled and tugged harder, pressing his own shoulders against the door. He parted his lips with a breathy moan.
Every coherent thought vanished from William’s brain. He pressed his forearm over Adathan’s head as he deepened their kiss, the door rattling loudly from the impact. His other arm wrapped around Adathan, reaching for the curve of his perfect ass. He squeezed.
Adathan bucked his hips. He let go of William’s collar, sighing through his nose as he began unbuttoning William’s shirt. His hands slipped through the opening and brushed William’s chest.
William shivered, pressing their foreheads together as he caught his breath. He glanced down and winced at how tight Adathan looked in his skinny jeans. “Can I?” he whispered, drifting his hand from Adathan’s ass to his hipbone.
Adathan’s lips quirked into a smile that made William weak in the knees. He let go of William’s chest and pressed both hands against the door, his eyes begging William to hurry.
William obeyed. He closed the distance between their lips, giving Adathan a soft kiss as he undid his jeans. He slid them down, careful not to drag them against the swell in Adathan’s boxers. Adathan bit his lip, making him groan.
Fuck, he wanted him.
William trailed kisses along Adathan’s jaw and neck as he lowered himself. He knelt before Adathan and looked up, his heart skipping a beat at the sinful expression on Adathan’s angelic face.
Hooded eyes met his gaze, blue and deep and brimming with lust. Adathan licked his swollen lips, his fingers snaking through William’s hair and giving a tug.
A growl fought its way out of William’s throat at the sting. Adathan was in control all right. With a touch, a look, a smile—he could make William do whatever he wanted.
