Page 33 of Touch In Excess

Rami took a breath, then glanced at the bed. “Can I show you?”

Skye frowned. “Show me?”

Rami took Skye’s hand and pressed it to where he was hard and thick in his jeans. Skye sucked in a breath, eyes going wide. “Can I show you?”

“Yes,” Skye said.

“And if it’s too strange, will you tell me?”

Skye took his time with his answer. He closed his eyes in a very slow blink, then opened them. “Yes. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, but you’d prefer that over a lie, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” Rami told him. For years, people assumed he either didn’t feel at all or that he was too sensitive to hear the brutal truth. He hated that to so many, he wasn’t a person just like them. People treated him like he was some sort of alien—someone mimicking the human condition.

It always hurt, so the fact that Skye understood him this way meant everything.

Skye licked his lips, then began to knead Rami’s cocks with the heel of his palm. He was mostly touching the one on theright, but as he stroked down, he touched the base of both, and Rami groaned softly. “You like that?”

“Mm. I’ve only done this once.”

“And it’s allowed, right? I mean, your rules?—”

“It’s allowed,” Rami said. “And I want it. I want you.”

Skye’s breath trembled on his exhale. He bent his head, kissing Rami over his pulse as his hand pressed harder against his dicks. Rami thrust against him, almost content enough to rub off until he came.

But he wanted more. He wanted to feel Skye’s bare skin against his own.

Rami tugged Skye toward the bed, and it only took a second for Skye to get with the picture. He snapped into action, going from hesitation to dominating, easing Rami around so the backs of his legs were touching the mattress, and then he grabbed the hem of his shirt.

“May I?”

“Yes,” Rami said. “You don’t need to be too careful with me. I like it when you take charge.”

Skye’s pupils blew wide, and his lips parted on an exhale. He gripped Rami’s shirt with one hand, the other moving to his own ear to touch the side of his hearing aid. “Do you mind if I take this off?”

Rami shook his head and lifted his hands. ‘No. Never.’

Skye used his free hand to pull his hearing aids out, and he set them on the nightstand. He closed his eyes, his head shaking from left to right a couple of times, and then he looked up again. He was more relaxed, Rami noticed. A line of tension in his body was gone.

‘Undress me,’ Rami signed.

With a single tug, Rami’s shirt was up over his head. With a second tug, it came free of his arms. Skye’s hands went for his jeans next, undoing the button like he had before, and this timenot stopping there. He pulled the zipper down, then spread the fly into a wide v and stared at where Rami was bulging against his briefs.

They were black, so they hid exactly how hard he was, but Skye traced the shape of his cocks with the tips of two fingers, and he groaned deep in his chest.

“Do they…can they…” Skye seemed to struggle with his words. He lifted his gaze and then his free hand. ‘Both feel the same?’ he signed with one hand.

Rami nodded his fist. ‘Yes. Same-same. Touch both, please.’

Skye’s hands were trembling again as he tugged Rami’s jeans to his knees, and then he waited for Rami to kick them across the floor. He watched then as Skye slowly and carefully removed his own shirt, then his jeans, then his boxers. He stood in front of Rami stark naked—gorgeous, thin, lithe, tattooed in places Rami was not expecting to see.

He couldn’t help himself from reaching out and touching the ink across his hips. ‘Means?’

‘Nothing,’ Skye signed quickly and laughed. ‘I just like the way they look.’

Rami couldn’t relate, but he did understand. He was a man of aesthetic himself. Sometimes he made sculptures because an image spoke to him. And sometimes he sculpted something that simply looked nice. There wasn’t always a deep reason or complicated rhyme.

And he liked that Skye had decorated his body that way.

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