He’d not been expecting this tonight. He’d not climbed into the bed with Terry in the hopes of kissing him, of being kissed and feeling wanted. He’d never really expected for Terry to have meant what he’d said, either. Asking him had just been a way of checking that the potion was working. Maybe it was because he’d been worrying that there was something wrong with him. Or maybe it was because he genuinely liked Terry, because he found him challenging and felt as though he was his equal. And that was the thing of it.
He wasn’t thinking of sex, though, not so soon, not so early on, but he could feel Terry, could feel what he wanted, particularly when he thrust up against him.
He gasped, pressing his forehead against Terry’s with his eyes closed, but then he opened them, looking down into his eyes and he wanted him, actually. He’d not expected to want him so badly either, but not here. Not in the keepers’ huts where they’d have to be silent. Still straddling Terry’s waist, he leant back, looking down at him for what would probably be one of the only times.