[At the heavy slide of Cardan’s fingers down the length of his body, Liem pauses, his eyes sharpened with sudden interest. Yes: Yes, he does want the use of his lover’s warm, elegant hands. He always wants Cardan’s hands on him, was already far more interested in their possessive touch than in whatever his own hands were tasked with doing.
He observes quietly,] You know I would.
[It is no secret how Liem feels about his husband’s touch.
He steals the offered hand with unhurried deliberateness, almost coy as he guides it down to palm his dick, watching Cardan all the while. This time, the familiar heat of his touch lights sparks beneath his skin, and the languid friction grips his lungs with waiting eagerness, making his intent gaze become distracted with pleasure. As ever, Cardan demands his attention with almost no effort at all, even when his touch is Liem’s to direct.
Because it is still Cardan’s hands on him, and Cardan’s lap in which he’s nestled, and Cardan’s predatory regard watching his every move—and he cannot weather the tease of that heated touch, pliant and cooperative for only this brief moment, without imagining where Cardan’s hunger will lead him next.
And because he remains greedy for Cardan’s warmth as well as his hunger, Liem captures his other hand too, tucking his face against the palm and letting the soft, shallow breaths of his want break against it.]
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He observes quietly,] You know I would.
[It is no secret how Liem feels about his husband’s touch.
He steals the offered hand with unhurried deliberateness, almost coy as he guides it down to palm his dick, watching Cardan all the while. This time, the familiar heat of his touch lights sparks beneath his skin, and the languid friction grips his lungs with waiting eagerness, making his intent gaze become distracted with pleasure. As ever, Cardan demands his attention with almost no effort at all, even when his touch is Liem’s to direct.
Because it is still Cardan’s hands on him, and Cardan’s lap in which he’s nestled, and Cardan’s predatory regard watching his every move—and he cannot weather the tease of that heated touch, pliant and cooperative for only this brief moment, without imagining where Cardan’s hunger will lead him next.
And because he remains greedy for Cardan’s warmth as well as his hunger, Liem captures his other hand too, tucking his face against the palm and letting the soft, shallow breaths of his want break against it.]