"Please, Rowan. It's been so long," Wren punctuated his words with a series of kisses down the side of Rowan's neck. "I need your hands, your mouth…anything. I just need you."
He roughly tugged open the laces that fastened the collar of Rowan's shirt, shoving it down so one shoulder was completely exposed. Rowan moved his hand to Wren's bicep, holding on for dear life while Wren began to suck on the sensitive spot between his shoulder and neck.
"Of course…you can have me." Rowan's voice shook as Wren melted him with the pressure of his lips. "You don't even have to ask."
Wren moaned and yanked harder on Rowan's shirt collar. The seams strained in protest, starting to tear.
"Wren…my shirt…"
"Then I advise you to remove it," Wren whispered in his ear. "Or I will."
Wren's fingers slid up from the collar of Rowan's shirt to caress the fresh marks he'd painted on Rowan's neck. His eyes darkened with lust.