Chapter 98

He works his way up to Ryan’s knees, and then his thighs. He can feel tremors beneath his hands, muscles still trembling from earlier exertion, and he digs in deep here, working the knots out. Ryan spreads his legs a little, just enough for Dante to rub at his inner thighs, though from time to time his hand presses the pillowy softness at Ryan’s crotch. He likes the faint smile on his boyfriend’s lips—straddling his thighs, Dante leans down over him to kiss that pink mouth, sits up when Ryan tries to kiss him back. Now his hand is at Ryan’s groin, he rubs wide circles into him, feels a stiffening under his ministrations in response. “I thought you said you weren’t in the mood,” Dante purrs.

“You’re getting me in the mood,” Ryan tells him. He opens his eyes, dulled with lust, and arches into Dante’s hand. “Whatever else you’ve got in mind,” he sighs, “please don’t stop doing that.”

Dante laughs. “You like it?”