“f**k, that was good,” Jack said. John was kissing his thighs, pulling down the rest of his jeans, a gleam in his eyes.
“Not over,” John said.
“Oh?”
John stood as his answer. He slipped off his own belt and set it on the desk. The thick sound of the leather, plus the clang of the belt buckle hitting the desk’s surface made Jack tremble. He’d come, his body was still flushed with heat, but he was now more focused on John than anyone ever before.
Which, Jack realized, had been precisely the point.
“Come on,” John said as he grabbed one of Jack’s hands. “Show me your bedroom now.”
Jack did as he was asked. They both discarded the rest of their clothing as they walked, leaving a delightful trail. By the time he was inside his bedroom, rather unimpressive and nearly as bare as the rest of
