“And not like we aren’t old pros at keeping quiet.” To prove his point, he busied his mouth by nibbling at Zach’s neck. The hand on his cock tightened at the first bite, drawing a groan from the back of his throat. “Except when you do that. Dirty pool, soldier.”
“Who bit who first, sergeant?” In response, Harvey bit him again, which made Zach’s fingers flex even tighter. Both of their shafts were throbbing, and he could feel Zach’s pulse echo through his flesh. “I think you’re the one playing dirty.”
“I could take it easier.” He dragged his tongue over the shallow marks he’d left on Zach’s perfect skin, drifting upward to tickle the hollow beneath his ear. His breath warmed Zach even more than the sun did, and he caught the shudder wracking through the other man’s body as soon as it occurred. “Seems to me, it doesn’t matter how I touch you.”