Chase leans against the kitchen counter, tracing circles on the granite as Scott steps in, the door clicking shut. Scott’s eyes flick over Chase’s shoulders, then lock onto his face. Chase smirks, steps closer, and pins Scott against the fridge. "Missed me?" he murmurs, his hand sliding to Scott’s hip before dipping lower, teasing his jeans. Scott’s breath hitches as Chase drops to his knees, pulling him free with a slow tug. Scott’s head hits the fridge, fingers gripping Chase’s hair as he takes him in deep, tongue swirling. Scott moans, hips twitching, as Chase sucks harder, one hand pinching his nipple. The scent of skin and need fills the air, the sounds of wet suction and ragged breaths drowning everything else out. Chase pulls back, smirking, then dives in again with a growl, gripping Scott’s thigh as his legs tremble. He knows exactly how to break him.
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