"Yeah, you just keep on dreaming," Adrian replied. "I'm not that sick."
He laughed, pulling Stephen close and resting his hands on his lower back. "I can tell you you don't want me and you can argue back if you wish," he replied, tilting his head back when Stephen nuzzled his neck. "I really want to fuck. I want you in me, I want you to fuck me, I want to feel full of you," he murmured, hands sliding down to cup Stephen's arse, bucking up against him. "Please, baby."