“Yes!” Vic growled like a caged beast, hungry to satiate his desire. “I don’t care, whatever you want, I promise. Just f**k me already, will you?”
Kissing Vic’s nose, Matt whispered, “I love you, big guy. Where’s the lube?”
Vic knew exactly where Matt kept it.
* * * *
Later, Vic stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a towel around his waist and a disposable razor in one hand as he studied his reflection. A thin film of mist covered the mirror, which had fogged up during Vic’s shower. He’d shaved already, but found he tended to miss spots around his ears when showering alone. All the more reason to entice Matt to join him…
He sent that thought to his lover, who laughed from the bedroom where he was getting changed. “I did join you!” Matt called out, bringing a smile to Vic’s stern ref
