Chapter 38

“I lo—Oohhhh, fuck, yes, yessss,” Tom groaned, arching into the touch. “Oh, God, babe, that feels so…so good…” He tipped his head back and let his eyes fall shut, drinking in the sensation with every bit of himself.

“Look at you, you beautiful thing,” Gabe said. He watched until Tom was gasping, and then…stopped. Ran his fingers over Tom’s throat, up his jaw, along his collarbones. “Like that, right. Wanting, but you can’t have it. Not unless I decide you can.”

“Noooo,” Tom whined, though he had to have known it was coming. “No, Gabe, please…” He squirmed, trying to find a way to rub up against Gabe’s body.

“You are so spoiled,” Gabe accused him. He found Tom’s nipple again, teased it into a hard peak, and then pinched, probably harder than was strictly necessary, enough to remind Tom who was in charge here, enough to—

“Ow!” Tom flinched away from the pain. “And whose fault is that, anyway, hm?”