Lucas's smirk returned, sharper now, mischief gleaming in the green of his eyes. "Good," he murmured, voice threaded with a daring edge. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
His hands moved lower, fingers slipping beneath the last barrier of fabric. He dragged it down, teasingly slow, the elastic brushing against Trevor's skin as he peeled it away. Inch by inch, he bared him completely, until the last shred of restraint, cloth or otherwise, was gone, tossed aside with the rest.
Trevor's chest rose harder now, his breath coming sharp as if every second tested the edge of his leash. His hands clenched against the sheets, the tendons in his forearms straining with the effort not to move, not to seize back the control he could so easily take.
Lucas leaned back on his heels, eyes drinking him in with unhurried satisfaction. His tongue flicked briefly against his lower lip, his smirk curving smug and hungry at once. "Obscene," he said softly.
