Right here. Right now. And they had to make the most of it.
Maxwell was determined too.
What would be, would be, but he had Gavin now and that was enough. (Had to be.)
Moaning, hips rocking again and pinning Gavin's hand between them, his cock twitching and stiffening and stretching the fabric of his smallclothes until he might as well not have been wearing them, for all the covering they were doing.
His teeth nipped at Gavin's lower lip, then suckled at the little bite.
"Take it off," he groaned, fingers curling in Gavin's and tugging. "I want... need to feel you."
He answered the request easily - fingers tugging into Maxwell's waist band
and drawing it down, sucking in a breath as the man's hard cock was brought
to light. And it was. Hard. He sank down without a thought, without a
question - shifting his entire body back so that his lips could find that
perfect heat. This he was used to, this was easier than acknowledging the
heart ache that tore open his chest with every yearning kiss.
His fingers gripped the base as his lips spread, tongue circling the head
with a will, before he took it into his mouth and sucked on the tip gently.
He was just reaching for him, feeling Gavin's cock come free, brushing against the inside of his thigh - rubbing against his own. But then Gavin was moving, his body sliding sinuously against Maxwell's, and before he could speak, the words - his very breath - was robbed from him.
They caught in his throat, making a hard strangled noise, as the muscles in his neck tightened around them. His heart lurched and his hands griped blindly, one fisting in the tangled sheet, the other burying deep in Gavin's hair.
All he managed with a curse, low and rough - a breathless plea.
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Maxwell was determined too.
What would be, would be, but he had Gavin now and that was enough. (Had to be.)
Moaning, hips rocking again and pinning Gavin's hand between them, his cock twitching and stiffening and stretching the fabric of his smallclothes until he might as well not have been wearing them, for all the covering they were doing.
His teeth nipped at Gavin's lower lip, then suckled at the little bite.
"Take it off," he groaned, fingers curling in Gavin's and tugging. "I want... need to feel you."
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He answered the request easily - fingers tugging into Maxwell's waist band and drawing it down, sucking in a breath as the man's hard cock was brought to light. And it was. Hard. He sank down without a thought, without a question - shifting his entire body back so that his lips could find that perfect heat. This he was used to, this was easier than acknowledging the heart ache that tore open his chest with every yearning kiss.
His fingers gripped the base as his lips spread, tongue circling the head with a will, before he took it into his mouth and sucked on the tip gently.
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They caught in his throat, making a hard strangled noise, as the muscles in his neck tightened around them. His heart lurched and his hands griped blindly, one fisting in the tangled sheet, the other burying deep in Gavin's hair.
All he managed with a curse, low and rough - a breathless plea.