Trevor grinned wickedly, his breath hot against Lucas's skin. "Oh, I plan to."
Lucas couldn't answer, but his body could for him, all tremble and heat and impossible need, pressing up into Trevor like gravity was a suggestion and want was the only law left. Trevor's mouth curved wickedly, and he kissed the inside of Lucas's thigh again, once, twice, slow enough to make time irrelevant.
Then he moved, rising back over him in a single smooth motion, claiming the space between them like it had always been his.
Trevor nipped at his throat, a sharp sting that made Lucas jolt, then pulled back just enough to strip Lucas's pants off completely, tossing them aside without a second thought. His own followed shortly after, and then there was nothing between them but heat and want and the scent of Lucas's slick.
