Chapter Twenty Seven_Husbands and Lovers

Hinam sat elegantly, poised, playing the Sitar, while Liyal watched him with keen interest.

His dark eyes glided over his husband's scarred and experienced hands, as they skillfully plucked the strings of the instrument.

The tangy melody wafted into his soul, and made love with his spirit, as he watched the man he loved immensely, demonstrate his mastery over the Sitar.

His Hinam was always very intriguing, and each day that passed, his happiness in being with him increased.

He absolutely had no regrets.

As Liyal thought while his eyes roved, his mind began to move errantly to the magic those hands always performed on him, during their intimate times.

He could feel his desire rising.

He covertly adjusted himself a few times, but was so far gone in his sensual thoughts, that he did not notice that his beloved had stopped playing the Sitar.

".... the matter, Love?"