Charles closed his eyes, his voice cracking. "Did you dislike me so much that you didn't even want to eat my food?"
Mark didn't answer with words. Instead, his hands slid up beneath Charles's lounge shirt, pressing against his bare chest, his fingers gently gripping and rubbing the warm skin.
He leaned down again, burying his face in Charles's neck, sucking and kissing the sensitive skin so deeply that a sharp gasp escaped Charles's lips. Despite the emotional pain vibrating between them, Charles could feel his body instantly reacting, growing erect under the intense touch.
Mark felt the shift and groaned softly, his lips tracing up to Charles's jaw. "You look so good right now... I want to fuck you right here in this kitchen. What do you say?"
Mark honestly expected him to push him away after everything he had said earlier.
And truthfully, Charles knew he probably should have.
