Chapter 11

Luke put a hand to his mouth and then moved it. “Oh, Max. Oh, baby that must have hurt you so much.” It was a massive burn that covered most of his stomach, leaving the skin puckered, scarred, and twisted out of shape.

“It did. Can you manage it?”

“Manage it?”

“We can have sex with my T-shirt on if it’s too much.”

Luke knew in that moment that there was no way on God’s green earth that he would ever ask him to keep on his shirt. “What, and cover up all that gorgeous skin? I don’t think so. There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for ages now.” He moved towards him.

Max looked wary. “What?”

Luke stood before him and started taking his own clothes off. Max’s cock, which had been sitting a little forlornly on his balls, started to perk up. When he was naked too he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the shoulder where the tattoo started. Max jumped.