Zach lets his nail catch on the rim of Aron’s bellybutton, prompting Aron to squeeze his eyes shut. With a smile, Zach does it again. And again. It’s not unlike fingering and the similarity occurs to Aron too because he groans long and hard. Zach lets the nail catch on the rim of the bellybutton, prompting Aron to squeeze his eyes shut. With a smile, Zach does it again. And again.
Aron is breathing hard, sweat beading at his temples, but still capable to talk. “Before the faci—the thingie recog-nize-ing faces works.” Well, mostly. His mouth falls open as Zach kisses down his shin, hands petting the outside of his thigs. “So, I—I.” Zach bites the underside of Aron’s knee and he shouts, “I played blind man’s bluff with the guard!”
Zach stops. He looks down at Aron who is panting, eyes hazy
