“You’re being naughty,” he warned, fighting back a yawn.
Leonidas dipped the strawberry down and dragged it over Andy’s mouth, letting him eat it. He was tired, they both were. Hours after they’d called to get a change of sheets and ordered room service, they still hadn’t gotten dressed. They’d showered together and used the richly woven, high thread count sheets to dry their bodies, then they’d drank wine from the bottle and fed each other by hand.
It was rich.
It was gluttonous.
It was hedonistic.
It was…
Something.
Andy chewed the ripe strawberry, then darted out his tongue to flick some of the juice from the corner of his mouth. Leonidas leaned down and kissed him.
“I don’t know anything about you,” Andy said, leaning up into a sitting position and reaching for the wine. He took a long drink and passed the bottle across the bed.
“Do we want to do this right now?” Leonidas’s brows scrunched and a worried look flashed across his face.
Andy reached out and made a fist around Leonidas’s cock.
“You’re more than this,” he said. “I want to remember you as more than this.”
“Alright.” Leonidas took a drink of the wine and propped it up between their bodies, using his hands to make a nest for it out of the sheets so it didn’t fall. “Tell me about you.”
“You know I have a hoard of brothers. They’re all back in America. We own a hotel. Or rather, they own a hotel. I declined.”
Leonidas’s shoulders tensed and he reached for the wine.
“Something bother you about that?” Andy asked.
“Mypatera,” Leonidas began, “my father, he owns a hotel back home.”
“Were you raised there?”
“At the hotel?” Leonidas balked. “No.”
“My brothers all live at the hotel.”
“Together?”
“Well, they have their own rooms. Their own spaces.” Andy shrugged. “It doesn’t seem to bother any of them too much.”
“I would not want to live with my family again.”
“Do you not?” Andy grabbed a croissant from the room service tray and broke a piece of it off, slipping it into his mouth.
“Not since I was eighteen.”
Andy chuckled. “I don’t even think I know how old you are.”
“Twenty-nine.” Leonidas shot him a look out of the corner of his eye. “What about you?”
“Thirty-four,” he answered.
“Have you ever broken someone’s heart?”
Andy’s eyes widened and his head snapped to the side. “What kind of question is that?”
