Son of a Witch

"We'll do that too," he murmured, tipping Billy's chin up so that he could slice all the way through the neckline of Billy's outfit without nicking his skin. Eagerly he rocked into Billy's questing hand, encouraging more touch; even heavy tactical pants couldn't hide his arousal and were quickly becoming confining.

"Wasn't kiddin' about all night—" he kissed Billy's cheek and flicked the fabric at his front open along the lines he'd cut, baring the toned lines of chest and abs. "Tryin' to decide if I should bring you there fast and hard to take the edge off, then take my time enjoying every inch of you... or just edge you along all night until you forget your own name." Realistically speaking they'd probably do more sleeping after the frantic rescue, than sleeping with each other, but it still made for an attractive goal. And with the blizzard predicted to last the better part of the next few days, they wouldn't be leaving any time soon; they had plenty of time to explore and enjoy each other.

He flipped the knife over in his grip, teasing a nipple with the flat edge before angling the blade down, catching the fabric just to the side of Billy's cock. "Beautiful."