Arik's mouth found Liam's throat again, teeth grazing the mark while his hand slid down between them. The gold chains whispered against the sheets. Liam's hips lifted before Arik's fingers even reached him, seeking contact his body had been denied for a month.
"Greedy," Arik murmured against his skin.
"You have no idea."
The laugh that escaped Arik was rough-edged, barely more than an exhale. His fingers found Liam's length, already slick at the tip, and stroked once.
Liam's spine arched.
The bond carried the sensation both ways, Arik felt the pleasure he was causing, and Liam felt the possessive satisfaction curling through Arik's chest. The sensation made Liam's hands fist in the remnants of Arik's shirt.
"Off," he managed. "Now."
