Noel bristles. "You were the one who—" his argument dies against Jade's mouth, crushed in a bruising kiss and forgotten as electricity floods his system.
Jade's lower body slots in between Noel's legs, loose sweatpants doing a poor job of containing his erection. The rigid length rubs against the crook of Noel's thigh, hot even though the layers of their clothes, and a shudder races down Noel's spine. A tactical adjustment brings Jade's bulge right up against his own stirring arousal and he moans around Jade's invading tongue.
The massage foreplay must have spent Jade's patience, because he wastes no time getting them both naked, barely even breaking the kiss except to yank Noel's shirt over his head. It's a blur of hard kisses and smooth, tanned skin, but somehow Jade gets hold of the lube and then there are slick fingers sliding over Noel's hole.
