Between the Lines

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Carlos clutched at him without grace — fists knotted in Jannik’s shirt, dragging him closer until their bodies locked tight from chest to thigh. He didn’t care that the cotton was damp under his palms, didn’t care about the soft glow of the lights or the faint trace of expensive cologne in the air. All he cared about was the taste of Jannik’s mouth, bitter from beer, hot from wanting, and the way his tongue demanded everything at once. When Carlos tried to deepen it, messy and greedy, Jannik bit his lower lip hard enough to make him gasp. Then he pulled back just enough to speak, their mouths still brushing. “Slow down,” he said, voice like gravel. “You’ll take what I give you. Not what you want.”