Sway begged and writhed on Brian’s thigh as if he was a dealer withholding Sway’s favorite heroin. Those deep brown eyes looked drugged as he sagged against Brian’s chest. He was holding himself in tight control, but Brian was far from unaffected by their little hunting game. Sway’s fingers desperately dug at the collar of his shirt, pulling at the neck to get to Brian’s throat. He leaned back and let Sway kiss and love him in that sensitive place before he dipped down and claimed Sway’s mouth. He was still grinding and panting, like he couldn’t be held accountable for any of his actions… it was all Sway’s fault.

“You can stop being a gentleman, now,” Sway groaned, driving his hands into Brian’s hair.

Sway’s last word was said on a startled yelp when he was lifted off his feet as if he weighed nothing. Brian’s strong hands dug into the smooth flesh along Sway’s ribs. He might not have been as bulky but he wasn’t really a “squirt” anymore. He had fit arms and legs—perhaps from miles of walking hospital halls and lifting patients. And, Brian couldn’t wait to run his tongue along the subtle definition of his chest and stomach.

He made sure Sway’s lean legs were clasped securely around his waist when he turned and stormed out the room. His thick boots loud now against the hardwood flooring. He had to be careful not to stumble or bump into anything as he moved, seeing that Sway thought it was a good idea to chew on the shell of his ear.

Brian moaned and slammed Sway against the wall on the opposite side of his den.

“Yes!” Sway yelled, going for Brian’s ear again.

He was playing with fire. Brian thrust his hips, but he had nothing to rut against.

“Bed, bed, now,” Sway snapped at him, sinking his teeth into Brian’s fleshly lobe.

Brian moaned, low and hoarse. The sound made Sway’s dick pulse against the thin fabric over his stomach. He finally got them moving again—after Sway stopped torturing his sensitive ear—and stepped up on the platform and slowly lowered his treasure onto his bed. Sway’s cotton pants had ridden low on his narrow hips, and his T-shirt was pushed up to the start of a thin patch of toasted honey colored chest hair. Brian stared down at the beautiful creature who claimed to be all his, salivating. Sway’s creamy skin was all flushed and hot from his touch. He’d let patience have her time, now Brian was finally going to have his. He’d wanted back inside of Sway’s sexy body for so long. He hadn’t had him since their first encounter…

…not since Sway ran from me.

Brian blinked, remembering how he’d felt when he’d chased Sway into that empty bathroom. The sinking feeling he’d felt at the misplaced trust. Sway had caressed him in places no one else had ever wanted to. It’d been more than a fuck all those weeks ago. Like now. It was so much more than that. But, Sway had still run… he’d felt it too, and still run. Sway already meant a lot to him. Too much. Now, he was going to have him again. He had to make this perfect, everything. Brian’s chest rose and fell fast as he stared. He’d make it perfect, so he never ran again. Brian closed his eyes and wobbled on his feet. Trying to calm himself, he took a deep breath, but it came out broken and harsh. Fuck! Calm down! Before Brian could even register that he was working himself up, he felt warm, strong hands on his cheeks and vanilla-scented breath ghosting over his flexed jaw. Sway’s soft smell engulfed him and calmed him. His strong arms around his neck, anchoring him.

“I want you so deep inside me until I lose my mind, Brian. I want… I need you, all of you, unguarded. I want to make you crazy for me. I want you to find your peace inside of me until you crave it; while I live on your every quiet moan, and every sharp breath you take. All night, I want you to make me feel safe in your arms. Then in the morning, when I wake up with my body still pinned under yours…” Sway pressed himself so tightly against Brian and held him with more strength than he’d known his sweet nurse possessed. And, it immediately shifted the floor safely beneath him. “In the morning, I want you to do it all over again… then again… and again. I’ll never get enough.”

Sway’s fingers roamed over his scratchy stubble, up his relaxing jaw, to his eyes. “Look at me. My dark hunter.”

Brian’s chest rumbled as he slowly opened his eyes, his breathing evening out. All signs of a panic attack receding. The things this man did to him were insane. Not only to Brian’s body but his mind. Sway was in his head already. Brian inhaled and softly released a hungry breath inside Sway’s mouth. He was prepared for this.

“I’ve thought about this every night. You back inside me.” Sway slowly grazed his finger down the side of Brian’s face, then turned and pulled aside the comforter and sheet. With sure hands, Sway slowly began to remove his T-shirt. “I’m yours,” he whispered.

Brian watched Sway remove his clothes in a loving, affectionate way. His movements were sensual as he reached over and let the flimsy cotton garment fall. His chest was gorgeous. Slim, with definition, and pretty light brown nipples that were already hard and begging to be bitten. There wasn’t a single tattoo anywhere. Just untarnished, smooth skin, with only a couple of small, silken patches of golden hair in the center of his chest and on his lower abdomen. A fit physique and not a hint of femininity. He loved how caring and strong Sway could be all at the same time.

“I can tell you like what you see,” Sway murmured through his thick lust.

Fuck yeah, baby, I do. Brian wasn’t shy as he stared. Sway stood in front of him with his eyes lowered and pulled the drawstring on his pants. When the elastic was slack enough, Sway let them fall in a pile to his bare feet. All while Brian watched with fascination.

He hated he had to hear it, but was glad Sway was willing to reassure him nonetheless. Brian needed to know that Sway wouldn’t freak out at the intensity of their love-making. From what he’d just heard from Sway’s own mouth, it didn’t sound like he was going anywhere. Now, he could concentrate on giving Sway what he needed. Him.

Brian stepped away from Sway’s naked body, from all those willing touches, pleased at the longing he immediately saw when he was out of reach. ‘Get on the bed,’ he mouthed.

An excited, sexy leer stretched across Sway’s mouth. He inched back until the covers were pushed down to his ankles and he was propped up on the pillows. He looked ready for his own show. Brian made sure to flex his biceps when he removed his tank top, noticing Sway’s cock jump when he balled it up and threw it to the side. He had thick black hair on his chest and Sway seemed to feast on it for several moments before those bedroom eyes met his again. Next, he unbuckled his leather belt and his pants, all while watching Sway. He pushed his pants down his thighs, along with his boxer briefs, letting his erection spring up and slap his stomach.

“Get in the bed, Brian,” Sway ordered desperately.

Brian glared at him, stroking his cock with one hand, he signed with the other. “You’re not in charge, sweetbaby.”

Sway arched, his lightly furred thighs parting and giving Brian an evil tease of the paradise that awaited him, and his composure shattered. He needed supplies, now… he needed inside his heaven…now! Brian turned, his dick swinging between his thighs, his balls as heavy as kettlebells. At his black oak armoire, he yanked open the top drawer searching for that unopened box of condoms that’d been in there for five weeks. It wasn’t until he had his back to Sway again that he felt eyes blazing over his healed scars. It was frightening how he’d protected that side of himself from everyone—sometimes unconsciously—for years, but with Sway, he found himself forgetting about them. Like now.

When Brian turned, Sway’s chest was heaving as if he’d just sprinted the fifty-yard dash and was sweating just the same. His forehead glistened, and his eyes flashed with too many emotions for Brian to keep up with, but he saw want and he saw appreciation. Then Brian’s eyes traveled to Sway’s cock that was so damn burgundy and hard it looked painful. A clear line of liquid trickled from the tip of his cock to his clenched stomach and as Brian narrowed his eyes, even more pooled up on the ruddy head. Sway seemed ready to combust. All over what he saw. What he saw when he viewed Brian in all his glory. He saw the man he wanted to be with. His eyes glazed as if he saw someone amazing and beautiful on the inside… as well as out.