Milt pulled back to breath and began to suck on Russ’s earlobe. Gently at first, but it quickly became rougher, with hints of teeth. Milt moved on to his neck.
“Don’t you dare leave a mark,” Russ growled.
Milt’s voice was rough. “What? You don’t want to go to work with a hickey.” He nipped at the skin just under his jawline. “Afraid everyone’s going to know where you got it?” Milt rolled them back, and got his hand around them both again. “They’re already going to guess, Russ. No escaping this now.”