Kota had been kissed a lot, by a lot of people. It was usually whatever. But the way Walker kissed him made his blood feel fizzy.
“Walker?”
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever had a…person?”
Walker rolled onto his side, propping his head on his hand to look down at him. “Like a relationship?”
“Yeah.”
Walker shook his head. “How would I manage that? I live on the road ninety-five percent of the time. I kill people and dispose of their bodies. Any one of those things is usually enough of a reason not to bother. Besides, I don’t think I have the emotional capacity to make someone happy.”
“Oh,” Kota said again.
Walker examined his face. He slipped his hand under the blanket, resting it on Kota’s belly. “Did that upset you?”
“No,” Kota lied, faking a smile. “I-I get it.”
“If you have something to say, just say it, squirrel. I’m not a mind reader.”
“Kiss me?”
A look of surprise came over Walker, but he didn’t hesitate, dipping his head to brush his lips over Kota’s. His whole body tingled at the contact, cock already leaking. Walker’s hand caressed his belly, then slid upwards to tease at one nipple.
“Feels good,” Kota gasped into his mouth.
Walker made a sound low in his chest, sending heat spiking through Kota’s blood. Walker kissed him like he was trying to absorb him, each kiss melting into the next, his tongue soft over Kota’s.
Walker rolled on top of him without waiting for an invitation, settling between Kota’s thighs just as his tongue slipped past his lips. Kota’s hands snaked around Walker’s neck, letting him take what he wanted. He hooked a leg over Walker’s hip, trying to pull him even closer.
The weight of him was overwhelming in the best possible way—solid, warm, impossibly real.
Walker grunted his approval, rocking his hips against Kota’s. The sound vibrated straight through him, hot and filthy and impossibly satisfying. Walker bit Kota’s lower lip, pulling another low whine from him.
God, he was so large, so heavy on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. The roughness of it should have startled him, but instead, it sent heat racing through his bloodstream.
Kota took the chance to look his fill, letting his hands roam over the broad expanse of Walker’s chest, biting his lips as his fingers traced the trail of hair below his navel. His skin waswarm beneath Kota’s palms, solid muscle shifting under his touch.
Walker slipped an arm under Kota’s knee as he surged forward once more. This opened Kota even more, allowing Walker’s cock to grind against his own in a way that felt like pure bliss injected straight into his nerves.
Kota’s mouth found Walker’s again, hoping to stifle the helpless little noises that Walker seemed to swallow like air. Like he wanted to keep every sound Kota made for himself.
He kissed Kota like he couldn’t get enough of him, like he was his new favorite drug. Hungry and thorough, like he intended to consume him completely.
But that couldn’t be true. Kota was getting way too ahead of himself.
Walker’s lips pulled from his, trailing down his neck to his chest. Every brush of his mouth left heat blooming in its wake. Kota felt a little like he was hyperventilating, his whole body one live wire. His eyes rolled back as Walker’s mouth closed over his nipple, Kota’s hips bucking up against his will. He groaned when his dick collided with Walker’s again.
He chased the shocks of heat that sparked through him each time they collided. “Oh, fuck. Why does that feel so good?”
Walker chuckled, but moved to lick over his other nipple, teasing over the tightened peak as Kota’s fingers threaded through the older man’s hair, pressing him closer. The strands were soft between his fingers despite everything else about Walker feeling rough and dangerous.
“Fuck me,” Kota whispered.
Walker pulled back, meeting his gaze. “Yeah?”
Kota nodded almost too quickly. “If—only if you want to.”
