“Mmmm…”
John repeated the stroke in the other direction, now. Yes, the feeling on his skin was velvet, but the energetic touch was golden and earthy and deep and hot. Or maybe that was just Venkat. Who suddenly felt very, very hot.
Venkat gave a little shiver. “And I like kissing you.”
“Good.” John kept tickling his inner arm with that hand, and the other slid down to Venkat’s middle, to palm his waist, again, making it seem tiny, almost like a doll’s. “Do you like being kissed anywhere else?”
Venkat chuckled. “You’re very good with your mouth. I like—I liked being inside you. It’s like, your energy is all around me, and then I just sink into it—part of me, anyhow.” He flushed hot. “Between that and your tongue…”
“That’s good to know.” John tucked one thumb into the waist of his pants
