"No… it wasn't pain. It felt good. Do it again."
His voice came out almost pleading, and Gavi blinked his eyes in surprise before hesitantly bringing his fingers back.
This time, he gingerly rolled the sensitive bud between his fingertips.
A strange shiver ran through Vaelrik, curling deep in his gut.
It felt even better than before.
"Is this… okay?"
"Yeah… it's good—ah… I think I might get addicted to this."
A slow, creeping heat spread through his body, making him arch into the touch.
His skin felt too sensitive, his nerves alight.
Even as he writhed beneath Gavi's hands, his body only craved more.
Gavi seemed to have caught on, pressing his lips to Vaelrik's chest and slowly dragging his tongue over the sensitive bud.
A sharp shudder ran through Vaelrik's body, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly as a sound escaped him.
That wet tongue, those soft lips—each time they latched onto him, sucking gently, his hips jerked up involuntarily.
