Finn also did a small head-tip toward the candle. More light gathered in his hair, in his eyelashes. “I like it.”
“I like you.”
“I hope so?”
Wes yanked off his own shirt. Flung his pants and boxer-briefs somewhere in the vicinity of his hamper. Ran over to the bed and threw himself Finn’s direction and began scattering kisses everywhere: Finn’s chest, stomach, a hip, one thigh. Finn was laughing, and spread his legs further, letting Wes settle between them. Wes licked him for that, a swipe along the crease at the top of his left thigh; Finn tugged at his hair. “Come up here and kiss me.”
“Or I could kiss you down here.” To make the point, he brushed his lips against Finn’s c**k, which was upright and stiff and already wet at the tip.
“Mmm. Or you could do that.”
“What do you feel lik
