Sky leaned in, his lips brushing Chris's ear. "You're distracted." His voice was a low purr, a dangerous challenge.
"You're... doing that on purpose," Chris accused, his voice thick. His hands, still on Sky's waist, tightened, pulling him even closer, if that were possible.
Sky briefly bit down his lip and then chuckled, a low, satisfied sound against Chris's ear before he nipped lightly at the lobe. "Maybe." His hand, which had been stroking Chris's neck, began a slow descent, tracing the line of his collarbone, then lower, towards his chest.
Chris's breath hitched. He watched Sky's hand with hooded eyes, a mixture of anticipation and raw desire warring in his gaze.
"When did you know?" Sky whispered, his fingers finally reaching Chris's nipple, circling it lightly.
Chris's body shuddered. "Know what?" His voice was strained, hoarse.
