He had an inch on Anton in height, but the other man’s broader shoulders, his wider hands made Mason feel like he was being surrounded. The feeling was exacerbated when Anton slid his arm around the small of his back, circling him into an embrace that was as overwhelming as it was gentle. Anton never tried to hurry the caress. His lips remained soft and exploratory, barely parted as they learned each other’s shape again. But it was the way they quivered, the smallest of oscillations, that betrayed how deeply Anton’s desire ran.
“I can pretend there is only you when we’re in here,” Anton breathed in between kisses. “I don’t know why.”
“Just don’t stop pretending,” Mason pleaded, his tongue nudging Anton’s lips. “Not yet.”
He barely had a chance to finish speaking before the kiss deepened
