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heat inside you, then, and only then, would I stroke your dick until you came, your body alive and on fire. It’d be like nothing you’ve felt before.”
    “Oh God.” Kevin snapped his hips and moaned.
    Walter picked up the pace of his finger and his thrusts. Kevin bent forward over the sink, his hands sliding along the surface on each side. His right hand knocked over a can of shaving cream.
    The can bounced on the floor, the metal smacking the linoleum over and over. The banging snapped Walter out of the trance he seemed to be in since entering the bathroom.
    Oh God was right.
    He was seriously losing it. Practically fucking with their clothes on in the bathroom of a stranger’s apartment while they looked for clues to find said stranger. He’d never been so out of control while working on a case. Kevin’s hunger just called to him. In a way no one else ever had. Not this fast. Not with this much intensity.
    Walter pulled his hand out and drew back, easing up on the pressure against Kevin’s ass, but he kept his grip on Kevin’s hip. He glided his lips along the side of Kevin’s neck to his ear, letting his tongue swipe at the flesh along the way. “Did that answer your question?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Good. Because we need to finish taking a look and get out of here.” Then why was he still touching Kevin? He ran his hand up the other side of Kevin’s bare neck, cupped his chin, and tilted his head to make more room for his mouth’s explorations. He licked the length of Kevin’s earlobe, then down his neck.
    “Yeah,” Kevin said. The word came out with a long exhale. Despite his agreement, he spun around, gripped the back of Walter’s neck in both hands, and tugged him down. The kiss that followed was beyond passion, beyond desire. Like an essential need. Like holding your breath too long, then sucking in a gulp of fresh air.
    Slowly, like he was ready to dive in again at any moment, Kevin inched out of the kiss, his lips still parted. He ran his tongue over his upper lip. “We should go.” He didn’t make a move to leave. Instead he leaned in. Walter met him halfway until they had their mouths locked. This time Kevin’s lips moved leisurely over his, his tongue taking long-drawn-out tastes like he couldn’t get enough of Walter. Like a man swallowing down a gallon of water after wandering for a week in the desert. Like he wanted more and more and more.
    Until they were both left panting, Walter’s head spinning.
    “Jesus.” He backed Kevin to the wall beside the sink and laid another kiss on him, sending the full weight of his body and his heavy, hard cock against Kevin, wanting to feel the man’s firm erection against his own body. But Kevin didn’t feel hard. Not anymore.
    Walter pulled back. Kevin stared at him, and then he must’ve found the bathroom floor incredibly interesting because it was the only place he’d look, his face flushed.
    No way.
    Walter went for the leather pants and slid his hand inside the front. Kevin had wet spots on his skin and on the inside of his pants. “You came.” Without a single touch to his cock.
    “I-I couldn’t stop—”
    “Don’t.” Walter pressed a finger to Kevin’s lips. “That is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever been a part of.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Definitely.” Walter couldn’t stop himself. He gave Kevin another kiss, not wanting to let go.
    “Do you need…” Kevin dropped his gaze to the front of Walter’s jeans.
    “Yeah, but this old thing is used to being told to take a rest.”
    Kevin’s lips quivered like he wanted to speak, but he said nothing.
    “Don’t worry about it. We need to get going. You finish up in here. I’ll take a quick look at the kitchen.” Walter spotted the towel, wet from the melting ice, lying along the back side of the sink. He grabbed it, shook off the remaining slivers of ice, and gave a wipe to everything he’d seen Kevin touch. He tucked the towel in his back pocket, opposite the one with the