“May I, bare?” he asks, and a full-body shudder runs down Alex’s back. “I’ve not been with anyone else.”
“Please. I haven’t either. Please, I’m begging you.”
Mahiro wraps one arm around Alex’s waist, the other hand splays at the base of his throat, and he carefully presses into Alex’s yielding body with a slow thrust, restraint burning in his thighs and Alex’s pulse beating under his fingertips. Alex sobs out a gasp when he’s fully seated, and Mahiro can’t stop himself from burying his face in between Alex’s shoulder blades and showering the skin with kisses.
“Color?” he chokes out.
“Green, f**k yes, green,” Alex growls and thrusts back against Mahiro’s body, f*****g himself deeply on Mahiro’s c**k.
Mahiro slaps his flank and Alex gasps, then moans. “Yes, my beauty. Take your pleasure
