Eyes closed, Micah could almost feel Elliot’s lips on his. “It is. And what are you wearing?”
“A T-shirt—something snug, so you can see the hard points of my n*****s—and sweats.”
“Sweats?” Micah pouted as he kicked off his shoes. “Not very sexy.”
“No? I thought you’d appreciate them when I’m not wearing any underwear and you can see my c**k hanging free, pressing against the material more and more firmly as you turn me on.”
He could imagine the shirt clinging to Elliot’s lean but hard muscles, shoulders back and walking with a swagger as he came to welcome Micah home. The sweats would show all of that swagger, until Micah wanted to reach out and trace the teasing outline of Elliot’s c**k with his fingers. “Yeah, okay, you’ve convinced me.”
“Mm, good. So I’d warm you up with a kiss, pr
