A little voice in the back of Cam’s head kept telling him to stop, to not give in so easy and take things slow so that his trust was re-earned, but it was drowned out by his overwhelming need, like an addict acting on impulse and falling back into addiction.
He might regret it after, but he needed this so much right now. Needed Tass. He couldn’t even bring himself to care what anyone else might think for the time being. He just had to make the pain stop and this was the only way he knew how.
His hands slipped under Cam’s shirt, fingers playing over the smooth skin of his lower back. The time away hadn’t mattered in this one thing. Tass’s body remembered every inch of Cam’s and he knew exactly where to brush with light caresses and where to scrape nails. At the same time, he knew Cam could bring him to his knees in the same manner and he welcomed it wholly.

