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Moving his head to the side to offer up more of his skin for consumption, Remi arched to press his hardening arousal firmly against him and reveled at the thick erection he felt in return. “Does this feel bad to you?”
Jeremiah growled. “You feel like perfection.”
“Then stop thinking so godsdamned much and just touch me. Just be here in this moment,” Remi pleaded, digging his fingers into the back of Jeremiah’s head. “Just be here with me.”
Jeremiah didn’t verbally respond, but his lips landed on Remi’s, tongue swiping until Remi granted him entrance and then dipping into his mouth. Jeremiah was very clearly in control, taking every little piece of Remi and then demanding more.
It was all-consuming. Remi had never been kissed like that before in his life. Oz had always treated him gently, like he was worried Remi would break if he wasn’t careful.
Jeremiah slid a hand down his back, following the curve of his ass and gripping him tightly. Right in the middle. The only thing stopping Jeremiah’s fingers from pressing against his entrance was Remi’s clothes.
He squeezed harder, groaning into Remi’s mouth, and Remi shuddered, clutching at Jeremiah as his knees went weak.
This. This was what he’d been missing. The rough and sweet. The desperation that made them both too needy to be careful.
Holding back had become second nature to Remi, even from his ex, who he’d tried to convince himself he could fall in love with. But with Jeremiah?
He couldn’t have held back if he wanted to.
His body sank into his scorching heat, and he gladly gave everything he had, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that Jeremiah would give him what he needed.
If the man wanted, he could have him on the floor of the gym in that moment, and all Remi would say was, “Yes, please.”
Remi moaned as Jeremiah licked inside his mouth, tasting every inch of him and giving Remi the same. He was a little light-headed at how good Jeremiah felt and how much stronger his alluring scent was this close, how he could relish it on his tongue.
Smoke.
Danger.
Home.
But he needed more.
He peeled his mouth away, but Jeremiah simply dropped his face down, licking and sucking at the thin skin of his throat. His hips jerked forward, and the friction was so good, shooting lightning through him and ratcheting up his desire, he couldn’t help but moan, “Please… Touch me, please.”
Jeremiah chuckled and nipped at his Adam’s apple. “I am touching you, princeling.”
He tried to move against Jeremiah’s body again, half out of his mind with the need driving him, but strong hands stopped him. Tears sprang up in the corners of his eyes. “No, please, I need… Gods! I need you. Need to come.”
A low growl rumbled out of Jeremiah, and he felt it where he was pressed against his chest. “You need me?”
Was he serious? Of course he did.
Remi nodded, digging his fingers into Jeremiah’s strong back. “I need you.”
“I’ve got you, little prince.”
He gave Remi’s ass another squeeze, and then his hand disappeared, causing Remi to whimper. The sound choked off into a groan, though, when that same hand reappeared between them, palming Remi’s erection through his pants.
“So perfect,” Jeremiah rumbled, tracing the outline of his shaft and making Remi shiver. “Let me see, little princeling.”
Panting, Remi peeled his fingers off Jeremiah’s rock-hard back and fumbled at the tie on his sweats. Heat was radiating off the Hellhound, warming Remi all over and tempting him to curl up against Jeremiah and take a nap like he would on a sun-warmed beach.
Well, he’d be more tempted if he wasn’t so horny at the moment.
Maybe he’d take a nice little snooze on the Hellhound later.
Much, much later.
