Grayson: An MM Friends To Lovers Romance

“Gray…” he groaned my name, swinging his hips to the music, his dark eyes flashing at me with lustful haze.

“Yes, baby?” I responded breathlessly.

“Is it hot in here, or is it just me?” he asked, his cheeks red with heat.

“Need some air?” I asked, running my hands through his hair, feeling the heat of his flush.

Henry nodded as my fingers traced over his jaw, over his pout.

“Follow me,” I commanded, squeezing his hand as I pulled him away from the dance floor.

“Where are we going?” he asked breathlessly.

I led him through the winding stone pathway, away from the noise, away from the drunken patrons and our wedding party.

Until I found just the place.

The underpass was much cooler, being in the shade, and it was also less populated. I pulled Henry to the side, into a darkened alcove, surrounded by potted plants and trees.

Henry’s breathing was rapid, his cheeks still flushed.

“Gray—”

Before he could get the rest of the words out, desire took over, and I shoved him up against the stone arch.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you were up there? How many people were undressing you with their fucking eyeballs?” I nipped.

Henry ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” I said as I took his face in my hands.

“Does that bother you?” he asked, his lips parted just enough to draw my attention.

Fuck, his mouth was so god damn perfect.

“You are mine,” I said, gripping his hips as I thrust myself against him. “I don’t like anyone else thinking they can have you,” I breathed.

“I don’t want anyone else,” Henry said hopelessly.

“Show me,” I growled.

Henry snapped my buttons like a damn powder keg, picking up exactly what I was throwing down.

“What if… what if we get caught?”

Well, that wasn’t a no.

“You’ll just have to be quiet then, won’t you, baby?”

Henry slid his hand in between the slit in my boxers, his thumb brushing over my head swiftly. He kept his gaze trained on mine as I watched him slide down my legs to the ground.

I reached out, threading my fingers through his hair, licking my lips as I watched him take me into his mouth.

His tongue rolled around me and he lurched forward on his knees, forcing me into the back of his throat with a deep groan.

“Fuck,” I cursed as his warm mouth cradled me. I tightened my fingers in his hair.