This. Simon wondered if John meant hooking-up with a total stranger or just sex with another man. In either case, the answer was much the same. It only took a few seconds’ delay – what with John grinding against him like that. The sensation of the man’s cock against his took Simon’s breath away. In the seconds it took to recover from the initial jolt from that friction, Simon curled his legs over John’s thighs in an instinctive effort to draw him even closer.

His eyes flicked away then back to meet his companion’s gaze. “Only a few times.” He’s thirty and can count on one hand how many times he’d slept with another guy. He’s slept with woman, too, but that presents a whole different set of difficulties. Even counting them, his partners numbered fewer than ten in his entire adult life.

Though the heat of passion remained, something softer crept into Simon’s features. He dragged his hands along John’s back, folding his fingers together behind the other man’s neck. As much as he craved sex with him, Simon also craved affection, connection. Even if it was only briefly.

Simon peered up at him a beat before swiping his tongue across his lips.

“I know enough to know I want to taste you.”