Felix welcomed Robin's mouth, sought out the taste of his tongue, and dragged the puck against his body with one insistent arm. The elevator afforded just enough privacy, but distantly Felix hoped that some security guard was watching and witnessing just how much Robin wanted him.

They had struggled for dominance before, tempted each other, fed one another's need for power in bed, but this was the first time Felix had really felt -- and soberly felt -- just how demanding a puck's desire could be. And it was his. It only made him harder.