“I just want… you.”
After a brief pause, Isaac placed his lips lightly against Cristian's lips, drawing a shuddering cry up his throat. “As you want.”
Cristian sighed as he succumbed to Isaac and allowed his mind to wander. That one tiny act of permitting Isaac to kiss him without struggling, without asking him to stop, brought over a delicious peace. His hands stroked up Isaac's forearms, tracing over each bulge of muscle and vein, his fingertips pressing past the ruffled cuffs of his white top.
There have been no memories of them moving, only the unexpected sensation of the comfortable bed of pine needles against his back and Isaac's muscular bulk pressing him to the ground. The man's breath panted into Cristian's mouth, his fingers working on Cristian's shirt buttons, popping them lo
