“Gotta get you…warmed up again first,” Sasha said in a growly voice, his eyes flashing red and his fangs visible in his smile. It was Nathan’s favorite fetish, those small incubus traces slipping out because of how crazy he made Sasha.
One of Sasha’s hands was braced on Nathan’s chest, hitching up his layered shirts while Sasha’s other hand helped things along below, bringing Nathan right back to that place where he really couldn’t care if a second pair of eyes were on him.
Nathan thought briefly of continuing to remove Sasha’s shirt, it currently being rolled up under the incubus’ arms to reveal most of his chest, including the scar over his heart, but then there was something appealing about leaving the shirt alone.