“That’s a yes to the kissing, then,” Adrian said, a bit muffled against Percy’s shirt.
“Definitely,” Percy almost giggled. He traced a tiny line of kisses under Adrian’s ear, down the exposed part of his neck above his collar and Adrian shuddered. “Do you want to…” Percy left it hanging. He didn’t know the form, ex ly. Would Adrian want more? If so, would he want more here in the living room? Or would he invite Percy into his bedroom?
“Bed?” Adrian asked, still muffled. His hand was working Percy’s shirt out of the back of his trousers. His fingers were very warm against the thin skin of Percy’s lower back.
“Bed,” Percy agreed.
Neither of them moved and Percy changed his delicate kisses to nuzzling, which made Adrian laugh aloud and move away. “Come on,” he said, taking Percy’s hand again and tugging him toward the hall. “Let’s get comfortable. I’m too old for the settee these days.”