The kiss went on and on, and Dale slowly pushed Riadh flat on the sofa, sliding a hand under Riadh’s shirt to touch skin.
“Upstairs, where there’s a bed and lube would be better,” Dale said.
Riadh nodded and let Dale lead him up the stairs to the bedroom. Even though Dale had frequently had him remove his clothes the traditional way, it was disconcerting to know making them vanish was never going to be an option again.
Dale slowly pulled Riadh’s t-shirt off, and dropped it on the floor. “I want to make love to you.”
Riadh smiled. He’d gotten used to care and emotion with sex, and suddenly he stiffened. Memories.
“Babe? Riadh?” Dale touched Riadh’s cheek.
“I’m sorry. I just…He…”
Dale took Riadh’s hands. “Talk to me. I know that shit did things to you.”
“It would likely be better if you didn’t know.”