Kenji tossed the stuffed animal into the crate. “You get to play daddy, hmm? Cute.”
An odd look crossed Qylar’s face that almost appeared to be pain. “Yeah. Cute.”
Kenji frowned, unsure what he’d said that had caused that reaction. He needed to draw Qylar’s mind away from it. He took a sip from his bottle and walked closer, pissed he might’veruined the mood with a mislaid quip. “Can I see what upstairs looks like?”
A hint of a smile returned to Qylar’s lips. “I livedownstairs.”
“Oh. Do you have a roommate?”
“I did. Not anymore.”
“I’m not being nosy,” Kenji said. He grinned. “Just checking if we’re alone or not.”
“We’re very much alone.”
Qylar reached out and grasped Kenji’s leather harness. He yanked him closer and planted a kiss on his lips. It started off soft and languid but quickly shifted into something more heated. It ended with Kenji breathless and a little weak in the knees.
He stared up at Qylar. “I finally get the allure of wearing a harness now.”
Qylar chuckled. He tugged Kenji a little closer and stole another kiss. “Shall I leave it on when I take off those pants?”
Kenji let out a sigh. “I think we should.” He stiffened, remembering how sweaty he was under those pants. That didn’t sound sexyat all.“Is there a shower downstairs?”
“Yep,” Qylar said.
Without another word, Qylar slipped a hand into Kenji’s and led him back to the front of the house. He descended the dimly lit stairs with Kenji in tow, and they were soon in a large bedroom dominated with a king-sized bed that was hazily lit from underneath. It gave enough illumination to see where they were going, but it was too dark to see much else.
Kenji drew in the scent of musk, leather, and the ocean from the bedroom. He smiled, enjoying the aroma, similar to the one he’d noticed earlier. They passed the bed and entered a large attached bathroom. Once Qylar flipped on the light, he wasted no time unhooking the button at the top of Kenji’s pants.
Their eyes met as he drew down the zipper. He reached into the opening and drew down the waistband of Kenji’s briefs. With his knuckles, he ran the length of Kenji’s thickening cock.
“One shower, as requested,” Qylar whispered.
He took a couple of steps back, his gaze only leaving Kenji to turn the knob. Once the shower was started, he returned right where he left off. Qylar leaned in for another kiss before tugging the pants down Kenji’s hips.
Even as ill-fitting as they were, they were a bit of a struggle to get off. Qylar laughed, pulling his firm lips away. Kenji missed his kisses the second they were gone. He didn’t have to wait long, though. Qylar had him bare in no time and stole another kiss.
“I guess I have to take this off now,” Kenji muttered, reaching for the harness.
“Easy enough to put back on,” Qylar said, unbuttoning his own pants.
Kenji unhooked the clasp while watching Qylar pull off his own leather pants with ease. When he stood back to full height, Kenji got his first look at Qylar’s cock. The guywasbig everywhere. The old big hands-big feet myth was alive and well with Qylar.
Big enough, new doubts arose.
Qylar closed the gap between them and used his forefinger to lift Kenji’s chin. “We’ll fit just fine.”
“Okay,” Kenji said, his mouth dry. “If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.”
Qylar led him behind the glass enclosure and under the spray. He reached for a bottle of body wash and a clean washcloth before kneeling at Kenji’s feet. Kenji inwardly gasped at the sight of the big man on his knees. As tall as he was, Qylar still came up to his chest.
Dumbfounded, he watched as Qylar washed away the sweat and baby powder from his legs, his touch gentle and oh so seductive. No man had ever washed his body and definitely not from a place of reverence. He coaxed Kenji to turn before washing the backs of his legs—and then his ass. When a bare fingertip traced just outside his hole, Kenji moaned and arched his back. He leaned forward, giving Qylar better access.
Nonverbal permission.
His palms rested on the cool, blue tiles, his bottom lifted. Qylar slowly outlined the puckered flesh before his fingertip lingered at the entrance.
