Not that Micah was complaining.

Damon tasted a bit like the creamy pasta he’d been eating and a bit like mint, but under that was the uniquely salty flavor of man, and Micah couldn’t get enough of it. He gave as good as he got, attempting to battle Damon for control of the kiss even knowing full well he didn’t have a shot in hell of succeeding.

A little thrill shot through him when he took Damon’s bottom lip between his teeth and the man moaned aloud.

He didn’t have much time to bask in victory, however, before Damon was suddenly clearing the countertop with one wild swipe of his arm, plastic containers and shiny metal platters clattering to the floor with a loud crash. The next second, he was gripping Micah under his bare thighs and lifting him out of the stool he still half-sat atop of and depositing him on the kitchen counter.

Damon invaded Micah’s space, one hand reaching up to hold the back of his neck in place as he absolutely destroyed Micah’s mouth with his tongue, the other clenching so tightly at his right hip that Micah knew there would be bruises come morning.

He could feel the outline of a hard dick pressed up against his own, and holy fuck, Micah was going to come in his pants like an inexperienced teenager.

Fuck if he wasn’t going to bring the other man right along with him though.

At some point, he’d wound up clutching at the collar of Damon’s dress shirt, and desperate to get his hands on the man’s hot cock – to see if he could fit his fingers all the way around him or not, to swipe his thumb across the slit of a mushroom head – Micah began tugging sloppily at the man’s belt.

The entire while, Damon never stopped mouthing at him, lips moving on from Micah’s mouth to suck at his jawline, slowly making his way to his ear, harsh stubble rubbing against Micah’s neck.

Micah might have been embarrassed by the needy noises he was making in the back of his throat if he could bring himself to care.

But all he cared about was getting to Damon’s cock.

He managed to unbuckle the man’s belt and unzip his fly, but it wasn’t until Micah was blatantly shoving his hand down the man’s pants that he realized something was wrong.

“Wait.”

Lost in a haze of lust, Micah didn’t immediately hear Damon. In fact, the words didn’t register at all until his fingers were brushing against satin boxers and an ironclad hand was suddenly wrapped around his wrist that Micah realized the man was talking. “Micah, stop!”

Damon’s harsh tone brought him careening back to reality. “What… what is it?” Micah asked, breathless and confused.

Damon swallowed hard. “I… we can’t do this.”

Micah nearly laughed. The man had just attempted to swallow his tongue, he’d been practically chewing on his face. Surely he wasn’t serious.

There’s no way Micah could have misinterpreted the situation so horribly.