“Still alive?” Wearing a mocking smirk, Sawyer looked awfully proud of making Jimmy lose control.
“Just barely,” Jimmy growled.
Lurching forward, Jimmy claimed Sawyer’s mouth with his own, taking a handful of hair to keep him where he wanted him. Judging by the lack of resistance and encouraging noises Sawyer let loose, he wasn’t complaining. Jimmy found his needy whine more intoxicating than being able to taste himself on Sawyer’s lips. Diving his free hand inside Sawyer’s waistband, he