Colby moved the hand, but only in order to put out an interested fingertip and swipe it at one of the streaks across Jason’s stomach.
“Oh my God you’re going to kill me,” Jason said. His d**k, despite just-finished supernovas, expressed feeble but valiant enthusiasm.
Colby gave him a grin that would not have been out of place on a young and reckless Regency viscount, and licked the fingertip.
Jason whimpered.
“What,” Colby said, innocently, “it has been a while, and I wanted to. I like the taste of…er…should I say milk? For the tea metaphor?”
Jason began dying of laughter, and managed, “Come here, Jesus, you’re f*****g perfect, I lo—I love you talking, oh my God, please say I can kiss you.”
“You can kiss me,” Colby agreed, and stretched up along Jason’s side to make this easier. He w
