Shae hesitated, fingers stilled on the clasp of his holster as he watched Mirza's tricksy hands slide against his thigh. His jeans were beginning to feel almost unbearably tight, and he stopped breathing for a few moments as his partner's fingertips came to rest over the conspicuous bulge in his crotch.
The reaction was immediate; in a matter of seconds, Shae had Mirza pinned beneath him once again, this time against the mattress, with his thigh wedged between the smaller man's legs and pressed firmly against the considerable arousal there. He shucked off his holster and deposited it, gun and all, on the bedside table before grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging it unceremoniously over his head.
"You like ta fuck wit' people," he said, a dangerous edge to his voice that openly dared Mirza, Fuck with me and see what happens.