THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
“Then let me remind you who we really are.”
Damian rolled on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. Not rough. Not commanding. Just present. He kissed down his body—collar, chest, stomach—until he reached Alex’s aching cock. He took him into his mouth slowly, reverently, tongue swirling, hollowing his cheeks.
Alex moaned, hips jerking.
Damian pulled off.
“Look at me.”
Alex did.
“This is us,” Damian said. “Not power games. Not roles forced by time. Just two men who love each other enough to share everything.”