Gage moved his hand from the waistband to his back, and Christopher immediately returned to kissing Gage’s neck. The glide of Gage’s fingers up his spine elicited a shiver, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Gage lifted his head, his hot mouth seeking out any piece of skin he could reach. Christopher rocked forward, unconsciously thrusting his hips, and Gage’s moan deepened. The tip of his c**k slid against Christopher’s stomach, smearing warm pre-come.
He directed his kisses lower, covering Gage’s chest. The hair tickled his nose, but that only made him want to root even deeper in it, scenting out the skin beneath to lick and nibble, and he gradually shifted sideways, seeking out the coppery n****e hiding beneath the fur.
When he flicked across the hard tip, Gag
