Behind Closed Doors

[Johan's POV]

Johan lay flat on his stomach, grunting as Adrian speared him with powerful thrusts from behind. Adrian kept a firm grip to his wrists, and his hefty body added weight to every push of his hips, burning him with a pain-numbing pleasure, pushing away memories he didn't want to think about.

Every slap of Adrian's groin to his ass created a rhythmic music that should be considered sinful in the blond's heavenly bedroom. Or maybe it's just the J-rock song blasting from the Bluetooth speaker on Adrian's desk so his family wouldn't hear their canoodling noises once they come home without them noticing.