Jesse watched with growing horror as Gideon switched to his other thigh once again, roamed over his hips, his lower abdomen, and then circled the base of his cock with his thumb. He couldn’t take it anymore, his eyes rolling back. Gideon would probably keep this up for hours, finding new, tiny sensitive spots. Like that one. And that one. Jesse jerked and hissed. And that one.
“I love the noises you make,” Gideon murmured.
The weight from his thigh lifted away, and Jess opened his eyes to see Gideon climbing up his body until his knees were on either side of his waist. He didn’t sit, though, keeping all contact away from Jesse’s cock. His thumb circled a nipple, but his eyes were no longer assessing the flesh he touched. They were too busy boring into Jesse’s.
“Do you dream about me?”
“All the time,” Jesse answered without hesitation.
Gideon switched to the other nipple. “What do I do to you in them?”