Through the thin tank top, Key’s muscles feel like chiseled stone beneath his palms, and as soon as he reaches Key’s waist, Joey flicks the top up to tickle his fingers over Key’s smooth, sculpted abs. Tracing the muscles up, feeling faint tufts of hair, then finding the twin hard nuggets of erect nipples like chips of diamond in his hands. Joey palms them both, savoring the heat that radiates from Key’s core, and grins against Key’s mouth as he gasps in ecstasy. “Is that the spot?” Joey murmurs.
Key’s sharp intake of breath tells him yes, yes it is.