“I don’t surrender easily.” Despite knowing what he needed, Thorne had to be pushed to accept it.

“We’re starting in the bedroom. If you aren’t there in ten seconds, you won’t get to come.”

Suddenly, Thorne wanted to obey.

Dash grabbed his bag and walked away. Thorne followed, eyes glued to his ass. When they were by the bed, Dash turned and gripped Thorne’s chin tightly. He held Thorne’s gaze for several seconds, then yanked Thorne to him and kissed him hard enough to bruise. He bit Thorne’s lower lip, forcing him to open his mouth.

No, Thorne’s mind protested. He wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t let… He struggled against Dash’s hold, fighting to get away. Dash let go and shoved at his chest, and Thorne fell backward onto the bed.

Dash dropped on top of him before he could right himself. He ground their cocks together, the rough friction making Thorne gasp. He dropped his legs open, forgetting to fight. All he could think about was how much he wanted Dash, wanted to be exposed by him, taken by him.

“You want my cock up your ass, don’t you? You’re a fucking slut for it?”

Holy fucking fuck. Dash’s dirty words caught him by surprise. He grabbed the sides of Dash’s head and yanked his hair, rolling them as Dash cried out. Thorne had never wanted and not wanted something so keenly.

Thorne straddled Dash. “You think you’re man enough to take my ass?”

“Fuck, yes!” Dash bucked, unseating Thorne. They rolled again. This time Dash came out on top. Thank God Thorne’s bed was huge. As it was they’d nearly fallen off the edge. Dash grabbed Thorne’s wrists, squeezing just the right amount to send a jolt of lust through Thorne. He rubbed his cock against Dash’s, hating that Dash still had pants on. He needed flesh-to-flesh contact.

“Your cock knows what it wants,” Dash said, his tone mocking. “It’s ready to surrender to me; what about the rest of you?”

Thorne glared at Dash, refusing to answer. Dash hung over him, eyes dark with lust, lips full and red from their harsh kiss. He was so fucking gorgeous.

Dash loosened his hold on Thorne’s wrists, but didn’t let him go. “Do you need to be tied up? Or can I trust you to stay like this?”

“You want me, you’ll have to hold me down.” Thorne jerked his arms free, but Dash grabbed him and pinned him again.

Dash gathered his wrists in one hand and reached into his bag, pulling out a coil of red rope.

“You’ll stay, and you’ll love every minute of it, but this will help you remember who’s in charge.” He brushed the rope along Thorne’s cheek. Thorne hadn’t thought his cock could get any harder, but it did.