Rip possessed him fiercely. His tongue demanded access to the deep recesses of Gil’s mouth. Gil tentatively pushed back with his own tongue. Rip took it as a challenge, his fingers tightening on his cheeks, turning his face for better contact. His kiss became rougher, harsher, more frantic, causing Gil to groan into Rip’s mouth.
As much as he wanted to move his hands from the tiles, to take Rip into his embrace, he didn’t dare move. He stayed in that submissive position—leaning against his arms, giving his ass to Rip while the man kissed him—for a reason.
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