“Can you?” He batted his eyelashes atPeter.
Quain splayed his body out. “Do yourworst.”
“Or best?” Peter pulled off Quain’s clothes. “I should’ve insisted you strip down before yournap.”
“Stop grumbling and get to work,” Quainscolded.
Peter dug his fingers into Quain’s sides. He shrieked. “Stop ticklingme!”
“Sassy kitties gettickled.”
After he lost all breath in his body, Peter stopped the tickling. Quain gasped for air, then whimpered when Peter licked his throat. His entire body went limp insubmission.
“Mm, that feels good.” A long sigh poured out of him, as if built-up pressure had released beneath Peter’sministrations.
“Did you have any visions while you slept?” Peterasked.
“No, I don’t usually have more than one a day, if that. I think Anthony’s closeness has been causing extra visions. I doubt I’ll have any more soon.” He mentally crossed hisfingers.
“Good.” Peter’s warm smile melted him. “I’d hate to be in the middle of things and have you go into visionmode.”
“Vision mode?” Quain asked,amused.
Peter grinned. “You know all white eyes and barelybreathing.”
Quain didn’t hold back laughter. “With that kind of sweet talk, it’s amazing you got me in yourbed.”
“Yes, it is.” Peter rolled on top of Quain before he could think ofescaping.
“Hmm, what are you going to do with me now?” A jolt of excitement swept throughhim.
“Whatever you want,” Petergrowled.
“Good plan.” Quainwiggled.
Peter kissed Quain’s nose, then rolled off. “I liked where I was, but I don’t want to crush you. You’re still healing. How about you be ontop?”
“I’m never going to say no to that.” Excitement slithered through him, a winding river of need. It had been too long since his last sexual encounter. The effort between anticipating his visions and finding a sexual partner sapped the pleasure out of those rushed encounters. Although he had never had a vision while at a club, it had been a near miss a time ortwo.
“Great.” Lying next to each other with gliding hands and exploring fingers, the heat level ratcheted upfast.
“You have the softest skin.” Quain ran his fingers across Peter’s chest. For a rough mechanic, he either took great care of his skin or he was geneticallyblessed.
Peter’s hand came down to cover Quain’s. “I’m glad you think so. Kissme.”
Quain let laughter bubble up. Peter’s honest need eased his anxiety about pleasing his mate. He leaned over, only stopping when his lips were a breath away from Peter’s. “Bossy,” hewhispered.
Before Peter could respond, Quain kissed him. Heat poured between them, but not the heat of fiery passion, simply of a warm, welcoming home. Quain sighed before offering another kiss. No previous meeting of lips with anyone else had caused the samereaction.
A soft sigh broke betweenthem.
“Wow,” Peterwhispered.
“Yes,” Quainreplied.
Time for words had passed. Quain slid down Peter’s body to examine his mate’s erection closer. He reached out and took the length into his hand. Long and jutting proudly from a nest of dark hair, Peter’s cock had a thick vein that added texture to the silky skin. Quain’s erection twitched inresponse.
“Please,” Petergroaned.
