Julian reached back blindly, his hand finding Alaric's thick, messy blonde hair, pulling the Duke down for another wet, desperate kiss.
Their lips slurped together, their tongues intertwining as if fighting for dominance until they both got into each other's mouth, tasting every corner until there was no trace left that they had not explored.
Wet, soft gasps and moans escaped their lips until they broke the kiss, Alaric driving into Julian even more heavily, as if he were possessed.
"The…The table, Mmph—! Lucien, the table," Julian said and Alaric paused, looking back at the table.
"What? You would rather do it on the table than the door?" Alaric teased, his voice dropping into a rough, mocking purr that vibrated deep in his chest. He deliberately gave a sharp, wicked twitch of his hips, bottoming out inside Julian to punish him for the sudden distraction. "You're so naughty, Master Julian."
