Carter walked him backwards toward the bed, his mouth trailing over Leo's throat, teeth scraping lightly down his neck before sucking hard enough to leave a mark--a stake of ownership, a confession written in skin. Leo's fingers trembled as they undid Carter's belt, pushing jeans and briefs down together, the sight of Carter--hard, flushed, beautiful--punching the air right out of his lungs.
"You have no idea how much I missed you," Carter murmured, pressing Leo back onto the bed, their bodies aligning with a kind of desperate perfection.
Leo's response was a soft, shaky exhale. "Then show me."
Carter's mouth was heat and promise as it traced down Leo's chest--pausing to tease, to savor, to worship. He licked over a n****e, then bit it gently, making Leo jolt and moan. His tongue dipped
