Byron chomped his teeth after Duncan's tongue retreated from its tease. He wanted to taste more of the man and have him taste him right back. He had to wonder how many times such a situation had played out between a Brit and a Scot who had lived amongst the old ways.
Chest slammed into the hard wood of the movable target, Byron huffed out any air that had been in his lungs. Energy and desire shot through his body in much the same way a human's heart might race. A deep groan vibrated deep in his throat as his length was released from its bindings and strong fingers encircled him.
Byron reached back, hand rubbing against Duncan's own excitement, enticing it as much as one could while turned around. He pushed his now bare cheeks back against him while one hand kept him pushed out from being completely flat against the target.