Sinful Addiction
Tonight, Rin was putting on another show.
The younger man was shirtless, wearing nothing but loose gray sweatpants that barely clung to his narrow hips. His arms raised high, back arched, the sharp V lines of his pelvis dipping temptingly below the waistband. Messy black hair fell into his eyes, and his full lips were parted slightly as he moved.
Damien’s cock thickened in his pants. He didn’t look away.
Rin danced slowly to music Damien couldn’t hear, hips rolling in a way that was far too sensual for someone who thought he was alone. Then he turned toward the window, hands sliding down his own chest, teasing his nipples until they hardened.