Dale chuckled and said, “Make it gone.” Abruptly, he was naked and so was Riadh. The sensation of Riadh’s warm skin against his own was delicious. Dale skimmed a hand along Riadh’s chest. Scooting lower, Dale left a trail of kisses and licks down over Riadh’s collar bone, to his nipple and eventually to his hipbone. Riadh moaned and shifted position on the bed. There was a deep intimate satisfaction in knowing he was the one winding Riadh up. Dale reached between them and stroked Riadh’s cock. Mmm, more breathy, pleasurable sounds from his partner. Now, the real question was whether Dale’s body would perform or if he would end up sucking Riadh off. PTSD was such a fickle bitch. Only recently, with patient and gentle care by Riadh, had Dale been able to get off at all. And the last time hadn’t even been in the “real world,” but inside the snow globe dimension where he felt oddly safe and apart from the miseries of his past.