13 Chapter 13

“Oh, I can do that.” David trailed fingers along his collarbone, over his chest. David remained nearly fully clothed; Colin was nearly naked. This contrast made him whimper, made him squirm on David’s lap.

“Huh,” David said. “You like this? Me takin’ clothes off you?”

“Yes, please. Oh.” David’s fingers found a nipple. Colin’s nipples were sensitive even when he’d not recently shifted shapes. David pinched lightly, testing; Colin moaned, back arching. David grinned more. Flexed fingers. A tiny flare of magic iridesced into life.

“What—” Colin’s entire body snapped into one taut bowstring of ecstasy. “What the fuck, David—”

“Magic hands,” David said smugly, holding them up; and Colin punched him weakly in the shoulder and demanded, “More, come on, everywhere,” and ended up clinging to him, shuddering through wave after wave of bliss, centered in the glorious ache of both nipples being toyed with but washing through him head to toe.