Ruaan moaned helplessly and it vibrated in his chest. He felt Harolin's quiet exhale against his neck, felt the man press closer, felt exactly how much this was affecting him. The thick, heavy bulge of Harolin's cock pressed against his thigh through their uniforms. It was absolutely not regulation equipment, especially since it was warm, hard and demanding.
"That's mine," Harolin said quietly, a possessive rumble. "Only mine. Mine for me to listen."
Ruaan wanted to say something furious about how he didn't belong to anyone, how this was insanity. He opened his mouth to speak, but Harolin cut him short when he wrapped a hand in his hair and tilted his head back sharply, exposing his throat. The words died, swallowed by the dizzying rush of submission.
"Don't try to deny it, Ru. You might be a pretty liar, but your body is honest,"
"There's nothing wrong with my body reacting to a man's touch," he said.
"A man's touch?" Harolin asked and Ruaan swallowed hard.
