Trevor didn't stop kissing him.
Not when Lucas whimpered into his mouth, not when his body arched to meet every slow stroke of those perfect, maddening fingers. Trevor kissed him like he needed to, like it was the only thing tethering him to his own restraint. But Lucas could feel the cracks forming. The tremble in Trevor's hand. The way his breathing had turned shallow, like even he was losing control now.
Lucas's legs wrapped tighter around him, the slick squelch between them obscene and desperate, his body trembling under the weight of it all. He had nothing left to say, just breathless sounds torn from deep in his throat and the aching plea thrumming in his scent.
Now. Please. Now.
