Kisses And Punishments

[Johan's POV]

His back hit the pillows as Russell pushed him down on the bed, their lips locked in a fierce kiss. Johan opened his mouth to let Russell suck his tongue, his body submitting to the hand that knew where to touch, where to pinch, where to pull the pain and pleasure out of him.

Russell moved down to suck on his Adam's apple. Every pull of his teeth left a bruise that will last for days. Was he planning to send him home to his grandfather littered with kiss marks? Was that how they're going to be found out?

Johan fisted Russell's grown army-cut hair, but a hand grabbed his wrist and pinned it mattress. The lips latched to his neck stopped, and Russell pulled away to stare down at him—a stare so ferocious it churned his stomach with a cocktail of dread and excitement. He reached a hand to touch Russell's cheek, but Russell grabbed it the way he did his other hand and forced it down.