He hadn’t stood a chance from the moment Sami stepped into his apartment.
He’d be damned not to show Sami exactly who he was going up against.
He grabbed Sami’s wrist, dragged him to the bedroom, and pushed him onto the bed.Sami fell willingly, draping himself on the edge of the mattress like a fallen angel awaiting his devotee.Baz couldn’t free himself from the restraint of his shirt quickly enough.
Sami pulled at Baz’s belt, tugged at his pants until the cotton slithered down Baz’s thighs.His filthy grin had arousal buzzing in Baz’s groin, a hive of bees desperate to be released.
Humming his approval, Sami rubbed circles over the bulge in Baz’s boxer briefs.His palm was cold through the fabric.Teasing shit.
Baz tried to swallow the grunt, any noise of approval, trying to escape.He wasn’t sure he succeeded, but he did know Sami needed to lose these fucking clothes.Now.
He straddled Sami’s lap and pounced on the tiny, cheap buttons of his dreadful white shirt.He explored every inch of freshly exposed, soft brown skin.Flicking his nipple, running his hand over his perfectly hairy chest, his shoulder, his arm… Patches of leathery scar tissue wrapped around Sami’s forearm.What the—
Five fingers glided into Baz’s hair before his brain could form the question and pulled him down.Their lips collided with the force of two oceans crashing into each other.Sharp teeth ghosted Baz’s lower lip, teasing and rough and, oh, Baz hated him.Hated how easily Sami had talked his way into Baz’s bed, hated how good he tasted.And by god, if Baz didn’t get to fuck him right now, the raging fire inside of him would burn this whole fucking building to the ground.
Never losing Sami’s lips, he fiddled with the button of his pants.Sami lifted his hips for Baz to strip him naked.His hair-studded legs were chiseled in a way even Donatello couldn’t have imagined.If he were still around to witness such beauty, there would be a hundred statues of Apollo modeled in Sami’s image.
Except that Sami had onehugeadvantage over those statues, and it stood high and tall.Baz had to swallow lest he drooled.
“Like what you see?”Sami rasped.
“You know damn well I do.”
Sami pushed himself to his elbows.“Then what are you waiting for?”
Baz had no answer.All he could do was kiss Sami again and grab his pulsating dick.
Sami’s moan was electrifying.The scruff of his beard teased Baz’s jaw, smoothed over by soft kisses.Every touch lit a firework in Baz’s body.
Sami licked the place where Baz’s neck turned into shoulder, sucked it between his lips, harder and harder—wait a second.
Baz pushed him away and touched the sensitive, wet spot.Sami’s grin was too shit-eating for him not to have left a mark.
“Seriously?What are you, twelve?”
“You better hope not, or you’re going to jail.”Sami’s thumb traced over the hickey, too low to be visible under the collar.“It’ll be so hot, knowing it’s there tomorrow.Our dirty little secret…”
Fuck, that was hot.Baz claimed his lips again.Sami must have laced them with crack because Baz simply couldn’t pull away.
Sami thrusted against his stomach.His quiet moans were a pornographic symphony that made Baz’s mouth water.If they drew this out any longer, it would be over before Baz got to the main course.
He reached into the drawer of his nightstand, fished for a condom and the near-empty bottle of lube.Had to be enough.He’d shove a bottle of olive oil up Sami’s ass too if needed, there was no turning back from this.
The mattress dipped when Sami crawled to the center of the bed, arching his spine and pushing his hips up high.Some birthmarks—five—were scattered across his upper back.
He didn’t bother asking if Sami had prepped—he better had to waltz in like he did—but slicked him right up, teasing a finger inside of him.
Baz loved warming up his partners, getting to know their bodies, finding the spot that made the eyes roll into their head.
Sami moaned when Baz pushed another finger inside of him, scissoring him open.The resistance eased away quickly; Baz had half a mind to surrender caution and claim him already, to play as dirty as Sami did with him—but much as he hated the guy, he didn’t want to injure him.
Sami cranked his head over his shoulder, revealing hooded eyes and a flushed face.“Are you gonna finger me all day or are you going to fuck me already?”
On second thought.Screw caution.
Baz aligned his dick and pushed into the tight heat.Sami hissed, but after that declaration, Baz kept going until he was buried balls-deep inside of him.The pressure clenching down on him made him see stars.Oh, he had needed this more than he had realized.
He closed his eyes, drew a deep breath for his body to settle down.Sami had challenged his honor; Baz would be damned if he didn’t give all he had.
