Slave Challenge, by Girl Clone
He wanted to touch. Oh god he wanted to touch; to run his fingers through that soft hair, his teeth along that stubbled jaw. He wanted to kiss the quirk from that mouth, to turn that infuriating competence into gasping, begging need. He wanted those hands stroking his chest, his neck, his cock. He wanted to feel those fingers entwined with his afterwards.
He wanted friendship, he wanted laughter, he wanted lazy mornings spent in bed.
He just wanted...
But he was bound by the rules and traditions of the life he'd chosen. He could want, but he couldn't have.