"You… weren't at work yesterday… if we do this now you're gonna…" Riley stutters, the words breaking apart under the rush of heat coursing through his body.
He doesn't even finish before Henry's lips cut him off, swallowing whatever protest he had left. The kiss is urgent, rougher than before, filled with a hunger Riley has never seen in him, and it leaves him breathless.
Somewhere in the blur, Riley realizes they are both completely naked, though he cannot remember when or how their clothes disappeared.
The heat between them has turned wild, unstoppable, a fire that consumes every breath, every thought. Henry feels different, lost in the moment, undone in a way Riley never thought possible. The weight of that realization makes Riley's chest ache even as his body burns.
Blindfolded, Riley can only surrender to touch. He can't see Henry, can't anchor himself on anything but the pressure of hands and lips.
