Chapter 4Alex smears his fingers through the come on his stomach, elated, as Mahiro still drags in heaving breaths above him. His body still isn’t touching Alex’s in any way; his thighs, as perfectly muscled and sculpted as Alex’s own, are still holding him above Alex’s lap.
They lock eyes, and that singing electric spark, that humming awareness of something between them is back in waves. Alex wants to kiss him, wants to surge up and crush Mahiro to his chest, ravish his mouth, feel their bodies slide together slick with come and sweat. Wants to make Mahiro crave him.
“No, not on the mouth,” he remembers. But before he can try to convince him otherwise, Mahiro climbs off Alex’s lap.
“Stay there. I’ll be right back,” he says, looking at the floor. He walks toward the back of the room, ai
