Wren's words, which came out somewhere between a demand and a supplication, were Rowan's undoing. He moaned and claimed another kiss as his insecurities drifted away on the current of Wren's reassurance.
Rowan finally stopped to breathe, and Wren let his legs fall open again. His erection twitched against his belly. The color of his arousal exactly matched the color of his freshly abused lips.
He grabbed Rowan's buttocks and hauled him closer, then leaned back on his elbows once more, chest heaving as he too, struggled to catch his breath. Wren lifted his hips while Rowan stood in front of him, silently coaxing him to continue.
When Rowan's cock prodded Wren's entrance, he knew he could never stop what he'd started.
