"I can," Steven whispers. "Fuck, Jack. I've got your life in my hands."

And god, that's the most erotic thing about this. Now that he's here, in the moment, about to force the breath from his boyfriend, he can admit it. The idea that Jack's given him the power of life and death over him... he's never been so hard. Not since he was a kid, beating off in his room alone. Probably not even then. If he'd ever let himself think about something like this back then, he'd have probably creamed his jeans.

So maybe it's a good thing that he's thirty-seven and only just learning exactly what it is that he wants.

Steven leans in and catches Jack's mouth in a long, hungry kiss.

And then he begins to squeeze.