“How’d you guess?”
“You’ve got a perfect ass that would be criminal to hide in everyday boxers.”
“Thank you for noticing.”
“Hard not to.”
“Know what else is hard?”
Felix laughed in a hushed manner, like he was trying not to wake his son. “Good segue.”
“Hey, I never claimed to be suave.” I climbed into bed, slipping between the cold sheets. “Want to just talk?”
Felix took a breath.
“Or… do you want me to tell you what to say?” I ventured.
“Sure. Okay.” But there was relief in Felix’s tone, and that was all I needed.
“Tell me about your chest,” I said. I ran my own fingers absently across my nipples, flicking them into sharp points. “Is it hairy?”
“Yeah….”
“I like hairy,” I whispered.
“Would you… ah….”
“It’s okay, keep going.”
“Would you want to run your fingers through it?”
“Fuck yes,” I answered. “And I’ll bite and suck your nipples until you can’t take another second of it.”
Felix’s breathing was beginning to get heavier.
“Don’t touch your cock yet,” I said.
“No?”
“Pinch your nipples for me.”
“I don’t really get off on that.”
“Are you talking back?” I asked, andfuck—that sudden intake of air from Felix got me so hard, my cock wasaching. “I said pinch your nipples.”
Felix gasped an agreement under his breath.
“Does it feel good?” I asked.
“It’d be better with you here.”
“Soon enough.” I closed my eyes and enjoyed the small shudders as Felix exhaled. “Touch your balls next. Like that?”
“Feels good,” Felix agreed.
“But you want more, don’t you? You want me touching them? Rolling them in my hand?”
“Licking them?” he suggested.
