His patience was stretched beyond his limits and he felt the bruising grip at his neck increased and he arched up into him. Pushing, just pushing, but the edge was so keen, was holding onto it as long as he could. He heard it in Riley's voice, hoarse, barely holding onto his humanity, his control. The kiss wasn't in the least tentative, careful, or soft. He opened his mouth, his throat and let the groan rumble up through his chest. His arms went around Riley's back, nails digging into his shoulder blades as his tongue swept out to taste his mouth.
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