No doubt Henry had heard talk much dirtier than that before. In the army. Here at the College. Even growing up on his family farm. Pink nevertheless reached the tips of his ears, in this moment, and he tucked his chin into his chest as though trying to hide the blush from Theo.
“I’m glad,” Henry offered, despite the blushing, “that you think I’m tasty.”
“The word I used was delicious.” This time, when Theo ran his tongue over the same spot again, Henry almost collapsed with a whimper against him. “You do like this, when I do that.”
“Yes.” Henry barely got the word past his lips. “More…Theo, please, more…”
“Patience, as they say, is a virtue.”
Theo continued with all the light touching. He skimmed his fingers, his lips, the tip of his nose, all over Henry’s body—almost all over; he lef
