They sat side by side on the edge of the plush cushions, the cityscape sprawling behind them, a backdrop to their surrender. Gay sex Simon cried out, his hands flying to tangle in Adam’s short, neat hair. “…Begging for my cock. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the penthouse, a primal counterpoint to Simon’s ragged cries and Dean’s low, animalistic grunts.“Adam,” Dean gritted out, never slowing his thrusts. He stopped directly behind the older man, close enough to feel the heat radiating from Simon’s body, to smell the expensive sandalwood cologne now underscored by sweat and the musk of recent sex. He knelt before Dean, head slightly bowed, but his observant eyes locked on Dean’s face, the posture itself a devastating act of submission. To solidify the new hierarchy.He bypassed the Kensington-Morley Global security with the casual arrogance of a conqueror, a nod sufficing where others needed clearance. Dean traced a single possessive fingertip along the curve of Simon’s shoulder, down the line of his spine visible through the open robe, then across the dense mat of dark chest hair.
