“You know exactly what I’m saying,” Matt replied. “Find me some lube and we’ll get down to business.”
For a moment, Vic didn’t move. Matt poked his arm, playful. No response. He poked again, then pinched the thick muscle in Vic’s bicep, then tried to worm his fingers into his lover’s armpit to tickle him—
Suddenly Vic stood and stretched with a leonine roar. Matt’s hand trailed down his lover’s chest to catch on the waistband of his boxer briefs. “These go away,” he instructed.
With a wicked gleam in his eye, Vic turned and pulled down the back of his underwear, exposing the twin pale, smooth moons of his ass. Here the skin was unmarked by tattoos or piercings, pristine, porcelain, perfect. Matt pinched the closest cheek and grinned as the flesh reddened beneath his fingers. “Forget the
