"You're mouth stays stop, but your body's saying something else."
Michael blocked any more of that with a kiss. His rough hands slowly rubbing up and down the man's smooth stomach and into the small hairs of his chest, holding him tight to his own body. Every moment away from Manes felt like an eternity. Like part of his soul was missing. He was sick of his soul always walking away from him. He thought being in this place would stop that from happening. There was no daddy Manes to whisper hate into Alex's sensitive ear.