So far, these tiny kisses and soft touches were going over pretty well. He ran his hands across his legs and Luke spread them even more.
Henry chuckled. Said, “Did I tell you to do that?”
“I…” He whimpered again. Henry liked the sound. “I’m sorry…”
“S’okay,” he murmured. “Just lie still for me.”
Back on the bed with Luke, Henry trailed kisses down every inch of his body. The side of his neck. Across his throat. Down his belly. He made him try to hold in a giggle when his tongue swirled around his belly button. Something Henry did on purpose, knowing how sensitive and ticklish he was. Just to test some limits, he did it again. And again. Until Luke whined through another giggle and tried to suck his tummy in enough in some silly attempt to keep it away from Henry’s tongue.
“Oh, please, stop,” he snickered. “Don’t tick—Henry!” he cried through laughter when he did it again. “Please!”