He spread his legs, letting Ciaran fit himself between them. They both groaned at the contact.
Holy fuck.
Ciaran’s tongue was in his mouth, claiming it. Owning it.
He slid Sawyer’s hips to the edge of the desk, pulling him closer and grinding their erections together. Sawyer wrapped his legs around him.
The sound Ciaran made wasn’t human.
It was exquisite. Pure ecstasy and everything he needed.
It was also familiar.
In the dreams he’d had every night since he’d arrived here—the man who’d held him down and railed him so thoroughly in the most vivid sex dreams he’d ever had...
It was Ciaran.
Sawyer knew it. Heknew him—his taste, his scent.
Everything about Ciaran called to him on a level he didn’t understand.
He didn’t need to understand it. He just needed to have it.
And right now, he needed more.
Sawyer brought his hands between them, fumbling with Ciaran’s fly, and it made Ciaran groan.
And pause.
He broke the kiss, his forehead against Sawyer’s, their breaths ragged, lips swollen. Sawyer chased his mouth, needing his tongue. He pulled at Ciaran’s button, needing his cock.
Ciaran dragged Sawyer’s hand away, a pained look in his eyes. “We need to talk.”
“We need to do a lot of things,” Sawyer murmured. “Talking ain’t one of them.”
Ciaran let out an agonised laugh. “I want this, I do. But...”
“But what? Why did you stop?” Sawyer slid his hand up to Ciaran’s neck, trying to pull him closer, but Ciaran didn’t budge.
He frowned and shook his head. “We need to talk. There’re things you should know.” He winced as if it caused him physical pain. “First. Before we...”
“Before we, what?”
Ciaran pulled back and readjusted himself, grimacing. He looked down at Sawyer, who was still leaning back on the desk, legs spread, and Ciaran groaned before he turned away and ran his hands through his hair.
“I have more self-control than I thought,” he murmured. But then he spared another raking glance at Sawyer, at the very pronounced erection in the very revealing sweatpants he was wearing. “Fuck. Can you sit up, please? My self-control isn’tthatgood.”
Sawyer dragged his protesting body upright, needing to adjust his aching dick. The insane feelings from before had simmered down a little—the desire, the pure need, the dizziness—but he just knew that if Ciaran were to take one more step away from him, they’d be back in full force.
They were still there, under the surface.
Barely.
At least now he could think a little clearer.
Again, barely.
“Talk about what?” Sawyer asked.
