“Kind of like Santa’s Helper?” he murmured, arching a brow. Nico shouted in glee and promptly kissed him.
“Piter had one thing right. You are a naughty one,” he teased against Jamie’s lips.
“Maybe a little,” Jamie replied and slid another finger into Nico, stretching him open. Nico added the fourth, biting back his cries of pleasure, and Jamie watched, awestruck, as Nico came apart when they touched his prostate.
* * * *
The morning was far in advance when they finally untangled from the sheets. Jamie lay back on the pillows, catching his breath, a film of sweat cooling his heated skin. Nico leaned up on an elbow and gazed at him with bright eyes, drawing lazy circles with his finger around the nipple closest to him. Jamie shivered and batted away his hand, sensitive from his last orgasm. Nico laughed and bent his head, suckling at Jamie’s chest until he squirmed.