Chapter 78

Christ, Mahiro loves this man. He can’t help but lean over his head and give him an upside-down kiss as soon as he’s finished with his wrists. “You’re so good,” he says, and Alex smiles against his lips. “Such a good boy. Now.” Mahiro straightens and picks up the bottle of massage oil. “Let’s get you nice and relaxed, okay?”

Alex’s eyebrows rise as he watches Mahiro pour out some oil onto his hands, and he releases a breathless moan as Mahiro straddles him and begins to massage it into his stomach and chest. “Feels so good, sir,” he sighs and closes his eyes as Mahiro slicks his hands over the defined biceps, over his strong shoulders. Alex’s skin is smooth and hot, begging Mahiro to press his lips to it, to feel the beat of his heart through his veins, the excitement that they both crave surging under his lips. He has a plan, however, and he’s going to stick to it, and as much as he wants to lose himself in Alex’s body, he also wants to make it sing with pleasure at his hands.