Chapter 17

“You see something you want?” Chris’s voice was husky and low.

Seth dropped to his knees and wrapped his fingers around the shaft, then licked the swollen tip. “Mmm,” he moaned as the salty flavor hit his tongue.

Chris inhaled sharply and Seth smiled when Chris’s fingers tangled in his hair.

Seth pushed up Chris’s shirt, baring more skin, and groaned at the honeyed treasure trail running down from his belly button. He kissed the soft skin near the hipbone and loved hearing Chris hiss.

He placed soft, slow kisses along the skin, working downward while he slid his hand over the cock. Chris moaned again and Seth stroked a little faster as he buried his face in the wiry hair at the base of the cock, breathing in the musk that was only Chris. It was almost like an aphrodisiac. He licked the head again, lapping at the pearly bead of liquid leaking from his slit.

“Fuck, yes,” Chris growled.