Chapter 8

“But I would gladly change that if you were the one to do it.”

Evan raised his head and kissed John’s lips softly. “Aye,” he whispered, moving his hand down the young man’s side. “I would be delighted.”

When Evan slipped his hand between them and curled his fingers over the hardness pressing into him, John’s back arched and a startled moan escaped the young lord’s lips. Evan felt the unmistakable pulsing of an orgasm radiate into his palm and up through his arm. He kissed John, taking the embarrassment of an early release and turning it into promises of what was to come. How he loved young men. After a few minutes of touching and kissing, John was hard again, straining against Evan’s expert hand.

“Please,” John murmured. “I want to know what it’s like.”