Kiko didn’t care if Dom thought it was weird that he’d put down towels first. They were wet, and Kiko didn’t want to bother about getting dry. He wanted to connect the droplets of water on Dom’s skin with his finger, wanted their bodies to outwardly chill in the air conditioning even as they heated up from within.
“How’s your shoulder?” he asked as he got on the bed above Dom and leaned over him. He kissed the water off of Dom’s left n****e and the man arched against the towel-covered bed.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“No?” Kiko kissed the other n****e. Dom reached up with a hand to pinch Kiko’s n****e, but he caught the man’s hand and pulled it away.
“It’s fine,” said Dom, spreading as Kiko slid a hand between his legs. Kiko felt the tightness of Dom’s inner thighs, massaged his straining
