Rémy showed Ian his love with every flick of his tongue, every small bite and caress. He moved his mouth to the dark pink coins on Ian’s chest and found Ian’s nubs raised and ready for his mouth and teeth. He sucked on one, then the other. Ian grabbed his head as if he never wanted Rémy to stop.
Rémy’s baby was incoherent with need. “Rémy…Rémy,” he chanted. His Ian didn’t know what he wanted, but whatever it was, Ian was begging. Rémy’s hands caressed Ian’s shoulders, moving his fingers up and down, warming Ian’s skin. “Stop, I’m going to come.”
“That’s the point of this exercise, for you to come.” Rémy gave Ian a wide grin, then gently bit down on a nub.
“But I thought we couldn’t have sex?” Ian wailed.
Rémy chuckled. “Penetrative sex, baby. I can’t come inside you and paint your channel with my seed. Soon there will be nothing to stop us from you taking my mating bite and becoming mine forever. In the meantime, I have an idea.”