“Are you okay?” Dante asked. “How do you feel?”
A question flickered in Fate’s blue eyes. “What happened?”
“You got yourself into a little trouble,” Dante said, his gaze lowering to something attached to Fate’s ear, and toughed it lightly. “Is this something new?”
“What?” Fate asked, feeling the earring in his ear. “This?”
“Yeah. I don’t remember seeing it before. Does it have a special meaning to you?”
Fate smiled. “Not really. I thought maybe it would make me more attractive to you.”
Dante smiled and shook his head. “You’re not the type. Take it off.”
“Okay, sure. If you don’t…”
And then suddenly his breath stopped when he felt Dante’s hand drop to his jogging pants. With every tug he made, he licked his way across hot, hard flesh. Drawing a line with his tongue along Fate’s abdomen, he encountered a patch of silky hair, and his cock that had already begun to grow and harden.
“You like it slow?” Dante whispered. “Nice and slow?”