Matt laughed as he shut the drawer. “Am I boring you?”
Before Vic could answer, the bed shook beneath him and then he felt Matt’s glorious weight on his buttocks as his lover straddled his legs. There was a wet raspberry sound as Matt squeezed something into his palms—lube, most likely, and Vic waited to feel the first cool drops of gel on his skin. But what happened next was a pleasant surprise. Matt’s warm, wet hands landed not on Vic’s thighs or ass but on his shoulders, fingers already kneading as the palms worked pliant flesh. Beneath the impromptu massage, Vic sighed as every muscle in his body relaxed. “Yes.”
“Like that?” Matt dug in, really grinding against Vic in an effort to work out the tension that had settled into his muscles. The bed shook slightly from the effort, but Vic
