Justin said, “For the record, I’m not objecting to the bed part.”
“You—”
“I’m saying yes. After dinner, because we’re already nearly late. When we’re back. If you still want me.”
“If I—you would want to—only if you do, if you feel—”
“Kris,” Justin said, “from the Realm of Perilous s*x Demon Whatever, remember? I like s*x. And I—I like the way you feel. The way you make me feel. So yes, I feel. I want you.”
“Oh,” Kris said, blindsided by happiness and desire and the sudden throb of his arousal, stiffening in response to that emphatic yes. “Oh.”
“We are going to be late.”
“Right, yeah…”
“Come on.” Justin took his hand. Held on all the way to the penthouse’s elevator, and for the ride, and down to the waiting car.
Night air nipped at noses and ears, Midwinter-cold and lit up with fes
