“You, erm…” Zen cleared his throat. “…did that with Ryan?”
“Kiss? Yes, many times.”
“Many times.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes. Did you like it?” He winced. Sounding needy was the last thing he wanted right now.
“Your lips are soft.”
It was not a yes, but it wasn’t a no either. “I guess they are.”
“And your tongue is warm.”
“Ah…yeah.”
“And wet.”
Carlo grinned. “It’s normally the case with tongues.”
Zen looked straight into his eyes for several seconds.
“You’re making me a little nervous, Zen.” His voice was hoarse.
“Why?”
“I don’t know what you want. If you’d been Ryan, I’d kissed your throat, caressed your belly, and maybe cupped your dick. I’d work my way downward…But I don’t know if you want me to touch you or not.” 11
Kiss his throat? There were tales about people biting each other in the olden days, but Zenon had never understood why you would allow someone with teeth close to your throat when it could be the last thing you ever did.