The hotel room door slammed shut behind them, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. Chris didn't give Dax a moment to think, to question, or to do anything but react. He was already moving, backing Dax toward the large bed, his hands fisting in the expensive fabric of Dax's shirt. Chris's tongue claimed Dax's mouth with an intensity that vibrated through their bond, a frantic hum of 'mine, my future, my choice.'
Dax went willingly, his hands finding Chris's hips, his body instinctively following his mate's lead even as his mind was still reeling. He fell back onto the bed with a soft grunt, Chris following him down, straddling his thighs without ever breaking the kiss. The hard line of Chris's erection pressed against his own stomach.
Chris finally tore his mouth away, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and wild in the dim light of the room. His fingers were already working on the buttons of Dax's shirt, popping them open with clumsy, determined force.
