He spat in his hand, stroked himself once, then pressed against Alfred’s entrance. The burn was instant, sharp, and Alfred gasped, fingers clutching at the couch cushions.

“Ethan—fuck—”

“Relax,” Ethan growled, pushing in harder. “Take it.”

Alfred’s breath hitched, pain and pleasure colliding, but the sound that came out of him wasn’t protest—it was a ragged moan. Ethan’s grin widened, feral. Inch by inch, he forced his way in, stretching him until Alfred’s whole ...