Chapter 36

Around them, the whole house warmed.

When they had finished the wine, Rory took their glasses and placed them in the dishwasher. Then he reached a hand to Bond and led him down a hall toward what Bond could see was the master bedroom.

Rory stopped mid-hall, took Bond’s face in his warm hands, and kissed him. Passion flooded Bond, and his trousers slid to his feet to reveal his cock, stiff and engorged. He stepped out of them and pulled the kilt down and off Rory. Rory pulled Bond’s shirt off and let it whisper to the ground.

“I want to see you. All of you,” he said.

Bond looked at him, too. His cock was longer than Bond’s, a perfect fit to his slightly taller frame. Bond lifted a hand to his mouth and kissed it, then turned it over and licked his wrist and palm. “They say if you want to know how long a man’s penis is you must look at the fingers of his hands.”

“And?”

“I’d say they are right.”

“Turn around, hands on the wall,” Rory said, as he tongued his ear.