He woke to kisses.
Soft lips covered his. Tender hands smoothed over his bare chest, leaving warmth in their wake. Eduard moaned slightly as he tried to move and found himself trapped between the cot and the heavy, welcome weight of another above him. As his mind struggled to free itself from grainy, half-remembered dreams, he ran a hand over sinewy muscle and taut skin, breathing deep a familiar scent.
Reza.
The kisses grew insistent, demanding. Eduard let those damp lips part his own, and his hips arched away from the cot to press his body alongside his lover’s. He gasped at the hot mouth on his chin, his throat, the dimple between his clavicles. Reza moved lower, trailing kisses down Eduard’s chest; he raised his arms, draped them around Reza’s neck, and rubbed at the bony shoulde
