"Does it hurt?" Arlen asked as he bent down trailing his fingers across Ravi's back, making him shiver from head to toe.
Ravi reached for a pillow, accurately throwing it to Arlen who caught it and flopped it back on the bed.
Does it hurt? Does it hurt? They had completely let go for two days.
Arlen had finally let his hands and body indulge in all the touch he constantly craved, drinking in the overwhelming pleasure of skin against skin. He had taken his sweet time, with slow kisses and slower touches that chased away tension until Ravi was pliant and mostly incoherent beneath him, he claimed that he wanted to sweep Ravi thoughts away, get them both to that state where nothing mattered but each other.
That was his excuse the first time but for two days they had been in the room. The book that Malik has given Ravi had been opened several times for reference and Ravi had been kissed, bitten and persuaded over and over again to try so many positions and several paces.
