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His low moan of satisfaction would be forever seared on Knox's brain like a brand of shame.

Chapter 10

Liv

Liv’s head drummed likea rattle shaken without rhyme or reason, but when he opened his eyes and saw the rosy shade of Knox’s skin, the rhythm inside him became steady again, even if still insistent.

His cum was hot between their bodies. The sun hadn’t fallen from the sky. Liv was still himself, and so was Knox, and yet everything had changed.

Because now he knew what Knox looked like aroused, how hazy his blue eyes got when he came, how smooth his lips felt in contrast to the rough stubble.

Nothing would be the same after this.

And Liv didn’t fucking want it to be.

He might have had glimpses of attraction after that brief peck on the lips last night, but once Knox had moaned for him that first time, Liv was a goner. That sound, broken yet resonant like a chime calling to him from the dark, flipped a switch in Liv’s head. From that moment on he knew his erection hadn’t beenjust morning wood, and that the rush in his blood wasn’t only a physical reaction to closeness.

They had always been best friends, almost brothers, but now the dam between them had broken, and Liv was overwhelmed by the intensity of his attraction to Knox.

He nipped on Knox’s plump lip as he watched the pretty blue eyes in amazement. They were hazy with afterglow and so lost Liv itched to show him the way forward.

Once he found it himself.

He moved between Knox’s legs, his dick spreading cum all over Knox’s stomach. Liv might had taken the lead, but Knox hadn’t stayed behind. He’d wrapped his legs around Liv after a little nudge, and then caressed Liv’s back and shoulders.

It reminded Liv of Knox’s ex complaining that Knox lacked initiative, but maybe this was the core of the problem? Maybe Knox needed someone else to take charge?

Liv would gladly be that person.

Knox was still catching his breath as his legs parted around Liv. He was so beautiful with the tension fucked out of him. Flushed, with stray hair stuck to his forehead, and watching Liv as if no one else mattered.

His heart beat fast, maybe even a bit faster than Liv’s, yet he stayed still and didn’t try to untangle himself from the embrace. The needy way he'd held on to Liv’s shoulders and sides was an insistent memory, and the touch of his fingertips on Liv’s nape created so many sparks they could ignite the engine of a race car.

Words were rarely stuck in Liv’s throat, but this moment felt both fragile and precious, and he’d be damned if he ruined it by saying something careless. So instead he let his hands do the talking and stroked Knox’s scruffy chin as if it were the wing of a butterfly.

He had questions, but he needed to be tactful, give Knox time to process—

“So… do you like dick?” he blurted out.

He knew he’d said the wrong thing the moment Knox’s face scrunched into a combative expression. His eyebrows furrowed, his eyes got sharp as two razorblades, and his nostrils flared.

He let go of Liv’s neck as if the touch burned him, even though he’d caressed it with so much tenderness just seconds ago.

“What? You started it!” Knox said and pushed on Liv’s shoulders, creating distance.

Not all that successfully, considering Liv’s dick was still rubbing against Knox’s sticky, naked skin.

Shit.

“Maybe I did,” Liv said.

When panic flashed in Knox’s eyes, he pushed his fingers into the hair at the back of Knox’s head and met his gaze.

Fuck, he had such a beautiful face. And while it wasn’t in any way feminine, there was a softness to it despite the amazing jawline and strong brows that made Knox hot in a way only a young guy could be.

“Stay,” Liv said.

But he could already sense that he’d lose this time. Knox was fucking stubborn, and he’d taken offense at the question.