Adrian didn't pause when Stephen kissed him hard, kissing back just as needily and almost-violently, tasting blood and not knowing who's it was. He didn't even care if it belonged to him or not.
He lay down on top of Stephen, one thigh between his, leaning over him and kissing him on and on until he felt dizzy from more than just oxygen loss. He was hard, achingly so, and it was far too tempting to rub up against Stephen until he got off but he was asking questions and fuck, did that mean he had to answer?
"I want you," he said bluntly, pulling back a bit to look at him, not pausing in moving his hands over Stephen. "I want you to fuck me on this deck on my hands and knees and make me feel how much I'm yours and you're mine... If you want to, that is?"