“Is it over?” Dexter whimpered while Colin’s hand still covered his eyes.
“Yeah.” Colin snickered. “All over. You’re safe now.”
“Oh thank God.” He sighed, relief in the sound, on his face, throughout his body. When Colin peeled his hand away, Dexter glanced down at him. “Can I torture you now?”
“Hey! I told you…!”
Dexter laughed. “I just wanna ask you a question.”
“Oh.” Colin made himself more comfortable in his lap, shifting so that he was damn near cradled in it. “Go ‘head. Shoot.”
“Daisuke said you’re studying for your Masters.”
“Yeah?”
“What do you wanna do?”
“Ugh.” Colin dropped his head back. It hung off the side of Dexter’s leg and Dexter took to softly running his fingers up and down his throat. “That feels nice. Don’t stop.” Dexter chuckled and didn’t stop. “I don’t know. No. I do know. But it’s not…I guess I’ll go into teaching or something.” Dexter pulled his hand away and Colin picked his head up to glare at him. “Hey!”