Josh woke to find Paris lying beside him, learning his body by touch. His long fingers were trailing feather touches all over Josh’s chest, down his outer thighs, then up the sensitive skin on his inner thigh. When Paris cupped Josh’s balls and gently squeezed, Josh moaned.
“Oh.” He gasped. “What are you doing?”
Paris looked puzzled, as if he had asked a serious question. “You do not care for that touch?”
“I do. It’s hot.” Josh half turned and captured Paris’s mouth with his own.
The kiss went on for a long time. When they separated to breathe, Josh pressed against Paris’s chest, wondering how he had managed all his life without this being’s arms around him. How had he slept without this hot body wrapped around his limbs, shielding him from harm? He smiled mentally at the thought that
