Damiano made an inhuman sound and kissed back, as forcefully, shoving his tongue down Jordan’s throat. They both moaned in relief—and hunger. So much hunger. Jordan couldn’t kiss him as deeply as he wanted to. He whined in frustration, sucking on Damiano’s tongue like it was the holy grail, his hands roaming all over the other man’s firm body, dragging his coat off. It fell to the ground and Jordan fumbled with Damiano’s belt and fly, pulling Damiano inside his apartment.
