One night. How completely could one single night shatter the very foundations of a person? They'd find out, wouldn't they?
But those thoughts were a million miles away. The only thing he could think of at all was this moment and how perfect it felt, how perfect Riley felt. Any further words he might have spoken were quite effectively caught by those lips, and Liam was all too happy to give up any attempt at speaking and allow himself to be pulled closer.
He couldn't help an almost reflexive roll of his hips against the other man, a soft and needing sound as the ache of his arousal found friction and purchase. And oh he could feel the answering hardness of Riley's prick against his own. Liam nearly jumped in surprise at those hands beneath his shirt, the feeling of fingers directly against his skin warm and welcome and feeling like they might set him on actual fire.
His own hands could not keep still, dropping to catch the fabric of the shirt he'd loaned to the other man and urging it up so he could let his hands roam as well to feel warm, soft skin beneath his touch. There was something of a desperation in Liam, as if he expected this to be taken away from him at any moment, in the very next breath.
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Date: 2025-06-04 03:39 am (UTC)But those thoughts were a million miles away. The only thing he could think of at all was this moment and how perfect it felt, how perfect Riley felt. Any further words he might have spoken were quite effectively caught by those lips, and Liam was all too happy to give up any attempt at speaking and allow himself to be pulled closer.
He couldn't help an almost reflexive roll of his hips against the other man, a soft and needing sound as the ache of his arousal found friction and purchase. And oh he could feel the answering hardness of Riley's prick against his own. Liam nearly jumped in surprise at those hands beneath his shirt, the feeling of fingers directly against his skin warm and welcome and feeling like they might set him on actual fire.
His own hands could not keep still, dropping to catch the fabric of the shirt he'd loaned to the other man and urging it up so he could let his hands roam as well to feel warm, soft skin beneath his touch. There was something of a desperation in Liam, as if he expected this to be taken away from him at any moment, in the very next breath.