Bab 12: Chapter 12

One of the superficial changes time had wrought was the beard. Harvey had always wanted to grow one out, but regulations prevented it. Zach liked the way it rasped across his skin as they kissed, tickling along his upper lip, scraping across his chin when Harvey would tilt his head. The potential of how it would feel if Harvey went down on him made his fingers tighten against the other man’s scalp, a gesture that drew a hungry moan from Harvey’s throat.

“Can we hang on for just a second?” Harvey panted. “I want to take the brace off. I don’t need it in bed, and it’s just going to get in the way.”

“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t…”