Steamy Diaries
But the words stuck in his throat, drowned out by the pounding of his own pulse.
Hirato's lips met his in a searing kiss, and Shirosaki melted into it, his resolve crumbling like sand. Hirato's hands roamed his body, sure and confident, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
They didn't make it out of the back room that night. Hirato took Shirosaki right there, bending him over a table and pushing into him with a groan. Shirosaki cried out, his body arching as Hirato filled him, stretched him, claimed him.