The Taste of Submission
Leo arched into the touch, a low groan escaping him as he tangled his legs with Julian's, completely consumed by the sudden, heavy ache building in his core.
They were moving together in a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm born of pure hunger. Julian’s hands were everywhere tracing the line of Leo’s spine, gripping his waist, pulling him so close it felt like they were trying to merge into a single entity. The boundary of their two year friendship hadn't just been crossed; it had been entirely incinerated, leaving behind a raw, electric reality where they were no longer just best friends. They were two men entirely undone by each other.