Between Closed Doors
Jordy pressed closer, hands sliding over Matt's sides, fingers brushing skin he hadn't felt before.
Matt responded in kind, hands roaming Jordy's back, tracing the line of his shoulders, feeling the taut warmth beneath his hands.
Every now and then, one of them paused, breathing hard, looking at the other, and in that brief moment, they were acutely aware of the impossibility of what they were doing.
But then lips met again, hands exploring, the thrill of being caught, the danger, the secrecy—everything combined into a sensation they couldn't resist.
Matt's mind drifted briefly.
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