God, this man infuriated him. Drove him crazy. And yet all he wanted to do was use his body to make himself come. To kiss him and taste him and get lost in his scent and his heat and his strength. Forget for a moment that he was supposed to hate him and let himself accept the fact that he didn’t actually hate him at all. That he’d always been attracted and drawn to him, even when it had made him feel like the lowest of scum, when Hank had been Lukas’s.
