The pace of his unravelling (NSFW)

Ivo closed his eyes on a sharp inhale, trying to stave off orgasm. "You're going to kill me, both of you."

Davi wasn't moving. His right hand smoothed over the sensitive skin of Ivo's flank in a soothing caress. "I think you'll live."

Now Ivo understood why he'd been taking things so slowly. He and Vice had planned this. He could picture them both together in the bathroom, getting Vice ready while he went on ahead. The mental image sent a sharp shudder down his spine.

Vice leaned up on an elbow to cup Ivo's cheek. "We can stop if you want."

Ivo's eyes fluttered open, his lips fell open on a gasp. "Don't even think about it."

His vision was blurred at the edges, but he could see Vice's humid, starlit eyes clearly. He looked so beautiful beneath him, a honed blade with all its sharp edges turned away, so that Ivo could run his fingers along his spine without cutting himself.