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Felix

Thorne practically attacked Felix. Not that Felix was surprised. That seemed to be the way of things with them, shagging or not.

The man’s hands went to the band of Felix’s breeches and tugged.

Felix thudded into a firm, broad chest. His temperature spiked.

Christ, this man. He was solid as stone, a granite wall of a man.

All sharp, rectangular angles, thick thighs, and shoulders Felix wanted to sink his teeth into. He groaned against Thorne’s mouth.

Their tongues tangled, stroking, sliding. They were fused together, so close it barely allowed for breath. Just the taste of berries and the scent of clean linen existed.

Thorne ripped his mouth away, ragged breaths sharp against Felix’s skin. “What are you doing to me?” he growled against Felix’s mouth.

Then he was back to kissing Felix, hands touching every inch of Felix’s skin. His fingers found every dip and valley, teased down Felix’s stomach, then back up to his chest, fanned light circles over his nipples.

A broken moan fled Felix, and his body trembled. He pulled away and gripped Thorne’s face, that jaw that could cut glass in his grasp. He squeezed.

“What am I doing to you ? What are you doing to me?” He gave Thorne a small shake. “Just yesterday, we wanted to snuff each other out. One minute, you’re reminding me why I can stand you. And the next… God, I don’t know. But here I am. Every fucking time.”

“Well…” Thorne lifted a brow and shot Felix a saucy smile, the one that always had Felix’s stomach fluttering. “This is the only time we find each other tolerable. So, clearly this is what we should be doing when in each other’s presence.”

“That’s the first intelligent thing you’ve ever said.”

Thorne chuckled as he walked Felix backward until the firm wall hit his back. Then Thorne dropped to a knee and patted his thigh. “Boot, my lord.” He glanced up at Felix from beneath his lashes.

Felix leaned against the wall and lifted a foot.

A sharp tug. Boot gone. Other leg. Boot gone.

Then Thorne stood and began removing his own.

Felix’s gaze devoured the man, latching on to the flex and strain of each muscle as Thorne bent and tugged off each boot.

He was so large. So consuming. Felix shivered.

Thorne’s gaze snagged on the movement, and he stilled, boot still in his hand. Grey eyes clashed with Felix’s, and his heart tripped over itself. Because there was something dangerous brewing in those midnight eyes. It was need. No, that was too tame a word.

Thump. The boot hit the floor. Thorne straightened slowly, lids heavy. That look; it was a demand. Felix would be Thorne’s. There would be no other option.

And that was what Felix wanted tonight. Wanted Thorne to know they were equals in this, both giving.

So far, it’d only been Thorne. He’d handled—quite literally—their first encounter.

And then, even though Thorne most definitely was the one who’d come out on top during their last encounter…

Thorne had been the one on his knees. Felix took what Thorne offered and gave nothing in return.

That was changing tonight.

Thorne’s hands slid under the backs of Felix’s thighs, and in the next moment, Felix’s back crashed into the wall. His legs instantly wrapped around Thorne, arms going around the man’s neck. He dropped his head against the wall and let out a needy whimper. That had been… He had no words.

Thorne ground against him, the man’s hard length creating the most intoxicating friction against his own. His groin tightened, cock aching.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Thorne said, dragging his lips up Felix’s exposed neck.

Felix gripped Thorne’s face in his hands, forcing the man’s gaze to his. “You have no fucking idea. Do it again.”

“As you wish, my lord,” he purred, stepping back. And then he thrust Felix into the wall again.

A deep, animalistic noise rumbled through Felix’s chest.

“Fuck, that was positively sinful. The sounds you make. I think I could come just from listening to you moan.” Thorne gyrated his hips against Felix, each press making Felix’s breath catch in his throat.

Bloody fucking hell. “And I could come just from the wicked things you say with that devilish tongue of yours. God, your mouth. I love it, and I hate it. It’s the best and worst thing about you.”

The offending mouth curled up in a dangerous smirk. And Felix fell on it. His lips crashed down on Thorne’s, colliding in another feverish kiss. Thorne’s fingers dug into Felix’s arse, the grip painful, and lust shot to Felix’s groin.

“Harder,” Felix pleaded in between kisses.

One of Thorne’s hands found Felix’s jaw, shoved his head back, pinning him against the wall. Thorne slowly trailed his fingertips down Felix’s neck, paused at the base, fingers tightening.

“I love how solid you are,” Thorne whispered.

Air burst from Felix’s mouth, blood rushing in his ears. Held prisoner by this man.

Thorne’s hand slid behind Felix’s head and tangled in Felix’s hair. Then tugged, wrenching Felix’s head back, and Felix gasped, sharp pleasure-pain dancing over his scalp.

“I love that I can be rough with you, and you won’t break. And knowing you crave it.” Thorne made a satisfying hum that went straight to Felix’s cock, pulling a moan from him.

But this was escalating quickly, and Felix was afraid it was going to go the way it typically did with them, with Thorne taking over, being the one who did all the work.

“Bed. Now.”

“Mmmm,” Thorne murmured against Felix’s lips.

He pressed one last bruising kiss to Felix’s mouth and then, both hands coming up under Felix’s arse, carried him to the bed.

Which he promptly tossed Felix on like Felix weighed nothing at all.

Felix’s eyes rolled back, and he pushed down on his raging erection.

Pressure built at the base of his spine, his ballocks drawing up.

He was so wound up; this was going to be over much too soon.

When he looked back to Thorne, the man had already lost his breeches and was palming his thick shaft, gaze roaming over Felix. Felix’s gaze latched onto the glistening, angry tip that disappeared and reappeared with each stroke. He licked his lips.

“Hungry for it?”

Felix’s gaze snapped up to Thorne’s. He nodded adamantly, and Thorne chuckled, deep and rough. Felix tackled his breeches, and Thorne helped him pull them off before crawling over him.

“How do you want this to go?” Thorne murmured.

Something caught in Felix’s chest. Even with how volatile their clashings were, Thorne never failed to ensure they both were fully consenting in this, both on the same page with what was happening and what they wanted to happen.

It settled something inside Felix. Made him think that perhaps he could…

No. He mentally shook off the thought. That wasn’t for tonight. Probably ever.

“I want to taste you,” Felix said. “I’ve been dying to have that ”—he jerked his chin toward Thorne’s impressive erection—“in my mouth since I first laid eyes on it.”

Thorne flipped over onto his back. “Who am I to deny you, my lord? I live to serve.”

Felix’s lips tugged up in a half-smile. He swung a leg over, straddling the man’s hips. He bit his lip, tracking his gaze over the glorious body spread out before him like a banquet. He wanted to lick and touch everywhere.

He settled his hands on Thorne’s stomach, strong muscles beneath a layer of soft flesh, instantly twitching and going hard under his palms. The man was so solid. All meat and man. His mouth went wet, his body wanting to feast on any and all of the burly man underneath him.

He slid his hands up, over each ridge of muscle, up over the curve of the man’s chest muscles. Christ, the chest on this man. He sank his fingers into the sturdy flesh, and a hiss left Thorne. Felix’s gaze whipped up. Thorne’s dark gaze peeked at him beneath a frill of ebony lashes.

Thorne cleared his throat, but it did nothing to remove the lust roughening his tone.

“So, just to warn you, this may be over embarrassingly quick.” His chest rose and fell beneath Felix’s palms, breaths escaping in sharp, shallow pants.

“Because, God damn it, Bentley. The way you’re looking at me right now. It’s dangerously indecent.”

Pleasure shot to Felix’s cock, and he gave himself a quick stroke, gaze sweeping over Thorne. Felix dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. Yes, he could definitely relate to Thorne’s predicament. Because Felix felt the same way about the man under him.

“Fuck, Bentley. Those lips were made for sin. I want them wrapped around my cock already." He let out a feral sound between clenched teeth. “I want to see my seed dripping from them.”

Bloody fucking hell .

He shuffled backward and rested on one hand, his other one coasting up Thorne’s solid thigh. He reveled in the strength, in the coarse hair rough against his palm. Then he glanced up at Thorne and batted his eyelashes.

“Yes, sir.”

A tortured groan tore from Thorne, and Felix chuckled.

He lowered his head and dragged his nose up the crease where Thorne’s thigh met his hip.

His eyes fluttered shut, a pained moan fleeing him.

Thorne’s skin shivered beneath his lips.

Musky and masculine and a trace of soap.

The man seemed to always smell like clean linens and soap.

Maybe because he was a valet, he was especially fastidious. Felix found it very much to his liking.

He ran his lips up Thorne’s length where it rested on the man’s stomach until he got to the tip, where it was swollen and leaking. He glanced up at Thorne from beneath his lashes and found the man’s heated gaze locked on him.

“You’re making a mess of yourself,” Felix said huskily.