Page 169 of Allegiance

Were they?

He wasn’t so sure.

Gene was teetering on the edge, and everything in him said to take what he wanted. Only, he knew that would be something out of control.

“Tommy.”

“Use me, Gene. Use me to get through this, and give me all the pleasure I know that comes with it. I’m your bottom, and I want to help you.”

God.

His dick throbbed.

Could you really fuck the mad out?

Well, it appeared that they were going to find out, one way or another.

As Tommy approached, he went into bottom mode, dropping to his knees in the shower, so that he was before Gene and his deliciously rock-hard dick.

“I will be out of control.”

Tommy stared up at him.

“I like you out of control. Use me. I give you permission to put your hands all over me.”

And there it was.

When Gene blinked, he knew this was going to be something that either brought them together or broke them apart.

He kept that lust and wickedness inside him. He kept it locked up and only let it out on a few occasions. Only, before he married this man, he wanted him to know the truth.

Rough sex got him off.

He needed it.

He craved it.

Topping or bottoming, he couldn’t do vanilla. He wanted role-playing, dirtiness, and to screw the way he lived.

On the dark side.

“Tommy.”

The man took control, for what was likely the last time—well, until they’d fornicated.

On his knees, he reached out, and just as he was about to wrap his fingers around Gene’s erection, the man grabbed his wrist.

Tommy gasped and looked up.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?” he asked, the cold and ice in his voice sending chills across Tommy’s body.

He blinked.

“If you want to play this game, Tommy, you play by my rules.”

He slowly nodded.

“May I touch you?” he asked, agreeing to the terms by just asking that.