Another burst of laughter prompted another whispered intent.
“Promise me whatever you fix for breakfast, I get to eat it off you.”
“Of course,” Elijah said in a rush, before the laughter died, imagining the slow tickle of warm syrup rolling down his ribs, followed by Sam’s hotter tongue.
Sam’s fingers crept higher. Now, fingertips brushed along the inside of Elijah’s thigh, bringing to mind how Sam liked to tease his balls until Elijah begged for more. Heat lanced through his groin. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning.
Elijah leaned toward him during another burst of laughter. Thank God this is a comedy.“What are you doing to me?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes.” After a moment no longer than a heartbeat, he added, “Please.”