While Lowland’s cock ached for an animal rutting, his intense heartbeat slowed as he fell into his husband’s arms. Win or lose, I love you.”
Hawthorn’s hand rested on top of Lowland’s head. Reminded me a lot of you.”
“Physically,” Hawthorn stated dryly. He had Hawthorn face down on the blanket-strew floor when the young man finally tapped the ground. Lowland’s interest was already making itself known as his cock began to stiffen. “Would you submit to me if I had been born a proper man?”
Lowland leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Hawthorn’s. “Fine lad, excellent breeding from honest working folk. The young men clapped hands, then moved to position. The late afternoon sun set his oiled, bronzed, sweat-soaked skin to a copper glow. Hawthorn sighed but didn’t make any attempt to move. Lowland couldn’t help himself as he kissed his son’s neck. His son responded in kind, moving his hand down his father’s body and trailing his fingertips through the patch of hair at the base of Lowland’s cock.
