The urgency renews as we tumble through the door and I turn to face him, kissing him as we fumble with each other’s shirt buttons and kick off our shoes. I walk backward toward the bedroom, kicking off my pants and pushing his down. One of us trips and we stumble against the door jamb, laughing as my back hits the frame.

“Ow. Now we’ll both have bruise,” I say against his mouth, kissing and nipping along his jaw before turning his body and pushing him back hard. He falls back against the bed, bouncing as he lands, and I lean between his legs to grab at the waistband of his underwear, tugging them off his legs. My hand curls around his ankle and I lift it to my shoulder, turning my head to kiss at the vulnerable knob of bone.

“I want to see you,” I say in low Italian, spreading his legs wider until I can look down and catch a glimpse of his hole, pink and open and leaking my come. “Fuck.”