Slowly, Congo peeled away Sparrow’s clothing, and then his own. The feel of his little bird’s soft skin against his own, was like nothing Congo could ever imagine.
Congo ran his hands over every part of his mate’s body, and kissed each spot he touched, careful to not miss a thing. His mate’s feel, smell, and taste were amazing, as well as intoxicating.
Kissing his way down Sparrow’s body, Congo reveled in the sounds coming from the man’s throat. Not lifting his lips, Congo looked up with his eyes, and saw how his mate was watching him with hooded eyes, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as he arched, just a bit, into Congo’s touches and kisses.
Congo continued down, and gasped when he touched his mate’s c**k. “You have no hair. It’s so smooth and soft.”
“W... Wax it off. It makes
