Russ shifted. “Is this a Tempur-Pedic? Jesus, you do have the best of everything, don’t you?”
Milt groaned. “Will you shut the hell up about the mattress?” He them proceeded to silence him effectively by placing his mouth over Russ’s.
The kisses were rough and bruising, and Russ liked it. He’s fooled around with guys on occasion, and one of the things he had always liked most about it was that he never needed to hold himself back, or worry that he was hurting his partner. Milt ground his hips against Russ’s as his mouth trailed down his neck, nipping him hard when he reached his collarbone.