Chapter 12

Even now, Eduard remembered the feel of Reza’s hands on his body. The memory meshed with the sensations his own hand caused as it stroked his hard length, until it felt as though Reza gripped his cock, kneaded his ballocks, delved between his legs into the hot confines of his crotch to finger the puckered hole at the center of his being. Eduard almost believed he could feel Reza hovering just behind him, his aura pulsing against Eduard’s own, his breath warming Eduard’s ear.

Suddenly, damp lips kissed Eduard’s earlobe.