There were no feathers. Instead, the artist had drawn the muscles, bones and tendons as if the skin had been peeled away. Lane’s cock started to get warm and twitch as it hardened. He sighed as he rolled onto his back and flung his arm over his eyes. Lane wasn’t sure how he ended up naked and pressed against the window in his living room but he was certain it would be one of the greatest moments of his life. Aiden had him reduced to a mindless, shaking heap of need before he even touched Lane’s cock. Aiden did things with his tongue and mouth that were supernatural. Lane shivered as he remembered how Aiden’s tongue felt as it drilled into his ass. Christ, there were moments when Lane thought he could feel Aiden licking the back of his teeth. Lane frowned as he looked over at Aiden. They hadn’t actually kissed. The shower had been all about Lane’s hands and mouth. But no kissing. Lane pinned Aiden to the wall and covered Aiden's body with his hands and shower gel. He asked Aiden about every tattoo.
