A bottom.
He didn’t know how many times he could cum, or if he liked to receive.
There were so many questions.
All he knew was the man was locked in a death grip to his body, like he was afraid to let him go.
In a way, Corbin understood that more than anyone.
As he broke the kiss, Corbin stayed in control, staring down into his eyes.
“If you want this to stop, tell me. I’ll let you go, and we can walk away.”
That hung there.
How did Alex tell the man that was the last thing he ever wanted?
For once in his life, he wanted someone to want him enough to stay. For once, he wanted to be seen, and he’d do anything to have that happen.
He’d slept around in hopes of finding someone to feel anything for him, and it failed.
He’d slept around to hide the truth of how he’d loved Noah, and he never loved him like that back.
“I don’t want to leave,” he finally said.
Well, then, it appeared they were going to see how two broken people could fuck something up spectacularly.
Because here went everything.
“It changes nothing,” Corbin said, staring down into his eyes.
In them, he saw the pain, and that stab of hurt at his words to him, and Corbin felt bad about that, but the truth was the truth.
Finally, Alex said the words.
“You won’t be the first or the last to leave me behind.”
His brain was screaming, and a smarter man would have taken that as his cue to run for the fucking hills.
Well, Corbin wasn’t a smart man.
Clearly.
His choices had always been questionable.
Instead of getting up and leaving to go back to Damascus, he took the worst possible option.
He damned them both to this Hell.
Well, at least misery loved company.
With his mouth, he left bites on Alex’s neck, as his hands slowly undid the buttons on his shirt.
The man beneath him bowed in pleasure, and that delicious erotic pain.
God knew neither were strangers to that.
Not.
