Vic caught his waist before he could stand and pulled Matt into his lap. With a faint smile, he stared into Matt’s dark green eyes and countered, “What do you think?”
“I like.” Kneeling on either side of Vic’s thick legs, Matt laughed as he sat down on an uncompromising bulge at his lover’s crotch. He wriggled his hips a bit, settling himself comfortably on the budding erection. “What’s this? Thinking of me, I hope?”
Vic’s hands laced together in the small of Matt’s back to keep him close. “Getting inked always turns me on,” he admitted. Then, pulling Matt to him, Vic sat up to bury his face behind his lover’s ear, his breath tickling Matt’s skin just below the thick black curls that crowned his head. Silently, he added, ::I was waiting for you before I did anything about it.::