He moved his hand and pinched Zenon’s other nipple while sucking on the one by his mouth. A lightning shot from his nipples to his sex and Zenon buried his claws in the mattress. “Carlo.”
“Yes?” Carlo showed his teeth when he looked at him. “More? Less? Something else?” His hand slid down his abdomen and Zenon tilted his hips. Carlo made his low, almost-laugh and kissed his way down from his nipple to his hip. Zenon watched, half wanting him to continue, half fearing he’d bite him. He licked the ridge of his hip bone, and Zenon breathed through a sound.
“Did you purr?” Carlo’s head shot up and he stared at him with wide eyes. The word didn’t translate, so Zenon didn’t know what he was asking. When he didn’t answer, Carlo frowned. “The sound you made, what do you call it?”
Zenon didn’t know. “I don’t know if we have a name for it.” Maybe in the old scriptures, there was something. He’d heard no one do it in ages, not since he’d become an adult.