Chapter 23

They stiffened beneath the chill.

More water, this rubbed onto his stomach, cooling his feverish skin. Laying back, he kicked off his shoes as he unbuttoned his breeches, and his wet fingers dipped down into his crotch, cooling the heated flesh there as well. He spread the fly of his pants wide, enjoying his own touch, but he had no desire for anything more than wet fingers stroking his limp member at the moment. He was tired, his body worn out, his mind dulled by the day’s events. Wearily, he blinked, and as the minutes passed, it grew harder and harder to open his eyes again. He should rest a moment, perhaps. Just until Reza returned.

His eyes slipped shut and exhaustion overtook him. With one hand clenched around his flaccid cock, he fell asleep.

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He woke to kisses.