Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

wrapped around Scott’s throat for the briefest moment, like a threatening caress, before Rory’s palm slid down and began unbuttoning Scott’s shirt.
“You’re a complicated mystery,” said Rory as if it was a compliment, and Scott opened his mouth to answer. Rory’s tongue slid in, danced with Scott’s, skillful, teasing, not coming on too strong, and as Scott began to relax in it, Rory made the kiss more forceful, angling their mouths to go deeper.
Scott could barely breathe now, couldn’t keep up. He didn’t do kissing with hookups—which meant he didn’t do kissing—but here his head was spinning. He’d long since released Rory’s cock and cool air hit his back as Rory divested him of his shirt.
Warm hands gathered him close, pulling his body right up to Rory’s so their cocks rubbed against each other through his clothing. He hadn’t meant to lose control like this, had wanted to take care of Rory and leave. But right now he couldn’t even speak as Rory held him close and kissed the life out of him, kissed the life back into him as Scott felt his arms rise, wrap around Rory’s neck.
Somehow Scott couldn’t get near enough, their bare chests pressed together wasn’t enough, and it was too much. Rory’s mouth wouldn’t release Scott’s, his hand had come back to Scott’s nape, holding him in place and worshiping him, and Scott’s entire body was melting under the onslaught.
The moaning was his, he recognized it dimly, though he couldn’t remember being vocal. Then again, he couldn’t remember anything like this.
Rory pushed down his pants and briefs. A hand cupped Scott’s ass. All of a sudden, Scott felt abandoned, for there was space between them as Rory rid himself and Scott of the last of their clothing. He should say something, this was his chance, except Rory took Scott’s head in his hands and began kissing again, gently now, encouraging Scott to respond and Scott answered as best he could.