Chapter 117
Colby kissed his stomach—coming up with traces of Jason’s release on amused lips, and licking them after—and then went and found a towel and warm water, and took over Jason’s usual job, sweetly devoutly cleaning bare skin and stickiness and fluids and sensitive places. He wasn’t all that practiced at this either, but he was devoted and beautiful, made of sex-tumbled hair and grave tender focus and long limbs. The single darker freckle near his collarbone stood out, beloved and recognizable and kissable as ever.
Jason’s spent dick, liking the sight of Colby taking determined responsibility for aftercare, twitched. Colby laughed. “Really?”
“Hey, you’re hot.”
“I’m holding a towel.”
“And you’re perfect. That’s fine, that’s good enough, I’ll carry you off to the shower in a minute, come here.”
Colby did, readily; Jason flung every possible limb around him for cuddling. Colby murmured, face tucked into Jason’s collarbone, “You feel good.”
“Not too tight?”