“Turn it off,” Izz said into the hollow of Dante’s throat. He placed his lips there and sucked at the delicate skin, tongue brushing over it with a slow, sensuous rhythm.
Dante blissed out, smacking around the coffee table in search of the remote and finally finding it on the arm of the couch.
The television clicked off and Dante let the remote drop to the floor with a soft thud. Izz’s fingertips slid over the skin beneath the hem of Dante’s shirt. His touch moved up over Dante’s stomach, fingers tousling the dark curls of his chest hair.
With a fluid movement, Dante pulled his shirt over his head and flung it somewhere behind the couch. He helped Izz out of his own shirt and tossed it somewhere else. Izz kissed Dante on the mouth and moved lower, making trail of kisses across Dante’s b
