“I know. And I’m proud to be who I am. I just…”

“It goes back to what we said before. You want to live. You weren’t doing that, Gav. You were wrapped up in work and trying to make up for who you are. That’s not a life.”

Gavin gave Mason that innocent yet seductive grin. “The life I’ve been living these past few weeks has been pretty fun.”

That was all it took for blood to rush to Mason’s cock. He and Gavin have had this tit for tat thing going since they met. He knew he owed Gavin a part of himself for what Gavin just gave him, but that would have to wait. “Come here.”

Gavin didn’t need any prodding. He leaned toward Mason and kissed him. It was a slow kiss, an owning kind of kiss, and in this moment, Mason would gladly give himself over to the man. Let him possess him and have him any way Gavin wanted.

He just needed to be had.

But he wanted to own a little bit, too.

“Let’s go.” Mason stood and walked toward the hallway. Gavin was right behind him as Mason headed for Gavin’s bedroom. The second they stepped inside, Mason pulled Gavin’s shirt over his head. Leaning forward, he circled Gavin’s nipple with his tongue.

“I want your ass.”

Gavin shook his head. “I thought—”

“Not that. You’ll still do the fucking, but I want to taste it. Finger it. Eat it. Drive you fucking wild before you take me. You good?” Mason always paid attention to his lifestyle and choices. Since he was a bottom, he knew his body well and kept himself as prepared as he could.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Gavin replied, hearing what Mason asked him.

“I like that about you.” Mason covered Gavin’s mouth with his. Plunged his tongue inside for a quick, demanding kiss, before ripping away. “You’re good at telling me what I want to hear.”

***

Mason had a way of making him want to talk about things that he usually kept to himself. He had a way of making Gavin feel like someone else, and want to do things he’d never done.

He made him feel comfortable.

And he turned him on like hell, too. No matter who did the fucking, Mason called the shots, and Gavin liked that.

He moaned when Mason’s large hand shoved down the back of his jeans. As their cocks rubbed together through their denim and Mason’s mouth found his neck.

“Bite it.” Gavin fisted his hand in Mason’s hair, pushing him closer to his throat.

He loved the hunger Mason showed, the urgency and need. It made his dick jerk in his jeans.

“I’m saving my mouth for something else.” Mason winked at him and then unbuttoned and unzipped Gavin’s pants. “Finish.”

Gavin did as Mason said as he took off his clothes as well. The man’s body about wrecked him—firm, cut muscles, but not over the top. Dark hair, and a hard cock that Gavin suddenly wanted in his mouth.

He reached for Mason’s erection, but his lover shook his head and then pushed Gavin on the bed. “My mouth, your ass. Play nice.”

So Gavin grabbed his own cock instead. He ran his thumb over the head, smeared the pre-come there as desire flared in Mason’s eyes.

“You don’t play fair.”

“Would you want me to?” Gavin responded.

“Hell no. Now turn over.”

Gavin’s pulse beat wildly, like a drum solo, loud and eager. He wanted Mason’s tongue on him, in him, and then he wanted to fuck the man senseless.

Rolling, he laid on his stomach, with a pillow under his arms.

“Here.” Mason grabbed another pillow and shoved it beneath his hips. “I told you I’d want your ass. It’s so fucking sexy.” He rested between Gavin’s spread legs, and ran a finger up and down his crack.

“Damn…” Gavin shivered. “Hurry.”

“No.”

“Then bend the hell over so I can fuck you.” Gavin reached for Mason, hoping the man wouldn’t call his bluff. He didn’t. With a hand at the base of Gavin’s back, he pushed him down, then let his fingers roam down Gavin’s body. With one palm on each cheek, he spread them wide.

“That’s what I want to see. That tight hole waiting for my tongue.” And then his face was between Gavin’s ass cheeks. He lapped at his asshole, over and over.

“Oh, fuck.” Gavin’s eyes rolled back. There was nothing, nothing like the feel of a tongue in his ass. Fire started to build beneath his skin, a small blaze that grazed the surface, as it spread.

He pushed, trying to get close to Mason. Trying to feel more of him in more places. He wanted something inside him. Wanted to be stretched, the teasing pain that came before the pleasure. “Fingers.” Gavin gritted out.