“Mmph…” Nathan’s fingers slid with a wet squeak of protest on the shelf ledge. Fury drew closer, and warm, damp skin pressed against Nathan from ass to shoulder blades. Fury’s erection dug into Nathan’s lower back, and Nathan let go of a groan that told an entire story of denial and greed in its volume and in its echoes.
“Sh-sh-sh…” Fury shushed Nathan, his lips next to Nathan’s ear. Fury rubbed Nathan’s flank, smoothed a palm over Nathan’s belly. Normally, this was where Nathan told the other men to cut that shit out, to get on with it, but instead of the words, Nathan gritted a sound between his teeth that was part curse and part actual whimper.
Fury didn’t falter, hands still wandering. “Don’t wanna go, but you need me to, I will.” Fury’s gravel voice was little more than a rumble vibrating his chest.
Nathan shook his head in panicked desperation. “Stay. Fuck. Stay, plea—”
“Okay.”
“I’m…I…” Nathan snarled in frustration.