Chapter 11Nice
The climb up the stairs to the bedroom was time enough for Nice to second-guess himself, but Visho paused, half-undressed, next to the burgundy bedspread, and said, “Stay the night,” before kissing Nice again, and Nice felt his hesitation melt away.
At least for tonight, they would be right together.
Visho helped him out of his clothes, stroking and teasing as he went. Visho’s nails scraped lightly over his inner thigh and Nice had a visceral memory of his fantasy last night of Visho’s teeth on his skin.
“I jerked off thinking about you,” he blurted.
Visho purred. “Good. You should have sent me a photo. Only fair. What was I doing to you, in your imagination?”
Nice’s face burned. “You bit my thigh.”
“Mmm.” Visho pushed him onto the mattress. “What else?”
He bent and
