Chapter 12

Jason stroked his back, along the length of his spine. Rested a hand on him. “So ready for this, aren’t you? You’ve been thinking about it.”

“I was,” Colby admitted, voice slightly muffled, cheek pillowed in sheets. “I wondered whether you’d think of it. For my birthday.”

“Figured you would. Iknow you’re not innocent and bashful.” He tapped his fingers over Colby’s ass, not hard. “Secretly totally depraved and kinky. Just for me.”

“Only for you.” Colby’s hips rolled against him: lifting up into Jason’s hand, then rubbing his cock against Jason’s leg. “And yes, all of that. I am. For you. Yours.”

“Ten,” Jason said. “Only ten. Just enough so you feel it. So you know who you belong to, and you know I want you, and you know I love you.”

“Yes,” Colby murmured, softer now, languor sliding into castle ramparts in that accent. “Like…not blueberries…like strawberries.”

“Getting you all pink and red?” He’d had a fair amount of practice keeping up with Colby’s blissful trains of thought.