Max lay on his back in the grass, his arm resting over his eyes to stop him from looking towards James, who was sleeping soundlessly next to him. Every time he looked at his mate, he was reminded of what he had done last night.
Ever since he could remember, he had never seen s*x as the big deal everybody made it out to be. He couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it and he was confident he had picked up enough to make his partner feel good, but until last night, he never actually knew what real longing was. The urge to touch every part of James’ body was like gravity — pulling him towards that person while there was nothing he could do but submit to its power. Watching his mate moan and shudder in pleasure, eyes foggy with ecstasy, brought him almost as much satisfaction as being inside of him.
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