He, at least, held himself to a higher standard. He’d give Hunter exactly what he needed until he was loose-limbed and glassy-eyed. Until he couldn’t remember his own name and the only words he’d be able to get out were ‘please’ and ‘more’ and ‘Richard.’ He’d pin Hunter down, sink his teeth into him, knot him, make him come so hard he’d white out and see stars. Bring him to heights of pleasure he’d never known, satisfy him in a way he’d never experienced.
