How to Hack a Hacker by A. J. Sherwood

Author:A. J. Sherwood [Sherwood, A. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Gay / Lesbian / LGBT
Amazon: B08DM8CMQ7
Goodreads: 54673491
Published: 2020-07-23T22:00:00+00:00

11

Kyou

They hit the bathroom door with their mouths locked and feeding off each other. Brannigan’s hands roamed Kyou’s body, skimming his shoulder blades, grasping at his hips, catching and squeezing his ass. One hand only left long enough to close the bathroom door and then immediately returned. Kyou couldn’t seem to stop stroking Brannigan’s face—his cheekbones and sharp jawline, that soft, soft skin, warmer than Kyou’s own—all the features that Kyou had admired, dreamt of, but never touched.

Kyou’s shirt was yanked unapologetically off, and of course Brannigan had never put one on last night, so their bare chests brushed against each other. They fit together so stunningly well, better than Kyou had ever dared to dream. He dove his tongue into Brannigan’s mouth, and when their tongues brushed, Brannigan gave a soft little nng sound that he could taste as well as hear. It drove him a bit mad. Kyou really, really had to get them out of their pants.

He tried to break the kiss and buy himself some higher thought process. Brannigan categorically refused to let him. Every time their lips parted, Brannigan fused them back together again with a plaintive moan, like he couldn’t bear the separation.

Kyou gave up and kissed him harder, deeper. Brannigan sighed into it, settling a little. Kyou put his back to the edge of the sink and used it as leverage to tilt his hips up, a wanton invitation. Brannigan immediately pulled his leg farther up and around his waist, using it to press them in closer.

“Pants,” Brannigan whined at him between kisses.

“If you’d”—kiss—“just”—kiss—“let me”—kiss—“dammit, Bran!”

“Stop talking. Pants.”

Kyou gave up fumbling with the man’s front ties and just yanked the pants down and let them puddle on the floor. Brannigan seemed to think that was brilliant, as he promptly did the same to Kyou’s, then paused and looked Kyou over from head to toe. Kyou would have been a little shy under that intense scrutiny if he weren’t doing the same to Brannigan.

That…that was just unfair. Why the hell did Brannigan look like one of those Greek statues? Maybe working out routinely had benefits. And there was no way he compared to all of that muscle.

Brannigan clearly didn’t agree with that assessment. He had a ravenous expression on his face for a split second that froze. His hand came up, lightly touching the many scars on Kyou’s chest from all of his childhood surgeries. They were old, faded lines of white now but still visible. Kyou didn’t want him to ask or dwell on that right now. He slid a hand down, massaging Brannigan’s balls, and that jump-started the man like nothing else would.

Brannigan dove back in, sucking on that sensitive part of Kyou’s neck while his hand fell to one of Kyou’s nipples and tugged at it sharply. Kyou arched into the touch, a moan caught in the back of his throat. God, the man really did know what to do with his hands.

Kyou grasped the hot length of Brannigan’s dick in a firm grip.

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