“That’s enough,” Latham said eventually.
“Sorry,” Elis said, his voice a little raw.
“What for?”
“For not being good enough.”
Latham regarded him under furrowed brows. “Come up here.”
He offered his hand and Elis took it. Latham helped him stand then instantly took him in his arms, hands travelling over his naked skin, fondling and groping his back, his hips, his ass.
“That’s not why I stopped you. I was very much enjoying myself. But I have other plans for us tonight.”
He kissed Elis and began urging him back toward the bed. Elis went willingly, keeping hold of Latham for balance. Latham’s skin was warm in his hands, scented with sweat and the mint cologne he used. Elis must smell the same and the thought made him happy. He supposed once they returned to the city, he’d have to chan
