Cam manages to say. His hands are buried deep in Wren’s hair, and he tries not to pull on it while Wren’s mouth trails down; he’s already kissed all over Cam’s chest, biting and working his nipples until they’re swollen and too sensitive. Cam’s pretty sure his neck is marked up too. But there’s no part of him that cares right now, and, since Maggie and Nate know something is up, he feels less pressure to hide. Wren’s mouth is dangerously low, now, licking the vee of Cam’s pelvic muscles; his hands slowly inch Cam’s jeans down. His chin is close enough to bump the head of Cam’s cock, and it takes everything Cam has not to push Wren’s mouth to where he wants it the most. Wren loves to tease him and has done nothing but the last few times they’ve been together, coming so close, then pulling away and forcing Cam into orgasm with barely a touch of his fingers. The last time, Wren took long minutes to lap Cam’s come from his fingers and belly without ever touching his dick.
