Gavin snickers and writhes beneath him. “Stop!” he cries, breathless. “If we’re doing that, then we need a safe word. You know I’m super sensitive.”
“I like watching you wiggle,” Brody says with a grin. He lunges for Gavin’s left nipple again, making his lover flinch. At the last moment, he switches direction and his lips close over the right one, instead.
With a laugh, Gavin twists away. Catching Brody’s hands in his, he wrestles Brody to the bed, and then it’s him on top, not the other way around. His shirt falls down like protective armor in front of his chest as he holds Brody’s arms up over his lover’s head. Leaning down over Brody, Gavin kisses the tip of his nose. “Now who needs a safe word?” he murmurs.
“Not me,” Brody says softly. “I’m as safe as I’ll ever be right here with you.”