Dean met Arion's gaze, his own purple eyes burning with defiance and lust. "You want to know what's interesting?" he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous promise. "It's not just taking. It's giving… while you're still mine to command."
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against Arion's, a ghost of a kiss. Then he drew back, his hands still stroking Arion's cock in a slow, deliberate rhythm, while Arion's fingers remained buried within him, stretching and teasing. The slick, hard heat in his palm, combined with the deep, probing pressure within his own body, was overwhelming.
Arion's dark gold eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise and intense arousal passing through them. His grip on Dean's ass tightened. "You're insatiable," he grumbled, but it was a compliment. He added a third finger, and the stretch expanded into a delicious, burning fullness that made Dean gasp and shudder. Dean's cock, trapped and aching against Arion's stomach, pulsed with desire.
