Page 48 of Touch In Excess

But with Skye, he wanted to submit.

He felt settled for the first time since leaving home and going quiet on his family so he could fix the financial problem his grandfather had left behind.

For a while, he hadn’t been sure how he felt about Skye jumping into the bids. The money had been too much for such a small thing. His last toy bid had only gone for a thousand dollars. Skye’s had been just short of five figures, and Rami was still reeling. He knew Skye was wealthy—he just hadn’t realizedhowwealthy.

The thought made him nervous inside, but he was pinning that for later because he wanted to enjoy his lover’s body. He wanted to push boundaries right to the edge of breaking them.He wanted to toy with letting Skye have the few forbidden things Rami had told himself he would not be giving up without a price because it would feel that much better.

That much more satisfying.

And he was starting to realize that in spite of the fact that he did see all of this as a job, and it was easy to emotionally disconnect from it all, he wasn’t sure he could let another person touch him. It was a problem he’d need to solve.

Just…not today. Not tonight.

Notnow.

“You okay?” Skye asked quietly.

Rami turned just as they passed the threshold of the bedroom and glanced at Skye’s ears to make sure he was still wearing his hearing aids before he answered aloud. “Yes.”

“You seem a little…anxious?” Skye’s voice rose at the end like he was asking a question, and Rami realized then his lover was unsure.

It was a strange thought because Rami knew there was no way Skye was this hesitant or shy with his clients. At least, not unless they were paying him to be. He was probably many things for pay—a myriad of personalities he could turn off and on.

Rami wished he could see them all. He wished he could see Skye’s switch flipped. To see what kind of man he became when he was acting as Gluttony. It made his cocks harden and throb in his jeans, and he rubbed his palm over them.

Skye sucked in a breath, his pupils dilating, and he licked his lips. “Are you turned on?”

Rami nodded his fist.

Skye shut the door behind him, then closed the distance between them, taking Rami by the hips. “What has you worked up?”

“You,” Rami said. His voice was a barely there breath, the way it always was when he was overwhelmed. He raised a hand and switched to slow sign. ‘You.’

Skye’s gaze flickered down, then back up. “Just me?”

Rami wanted to tell him, but he didn’t think Skye had the lexicon to understand it all in ASL, and frankly, he wanted to explain the things he was thinking when they both had a clear head. So he nodded.

It wasn’t a lie, anyway. Just being near Skye got him worked up in ways he never thought he could be.

Letting out a soft hum, Skye moved one hand to Rami’s jaw, tilting his head up to kiss him. His other hand rucked up Rami’s shirt, fingers seeking and finding bare skin. The touch was perfect—not too heavy but not painfully light.

It was delicate, tender, careful.

He kissed Rami like every pulse of his tongue was a gift. He swallowed down his moans, breathed in his breath, body surging into him and moving in time like Rami was a rhythm only Skye could hear.

“Bed,” Skye murmured when the kiss broke. He backed Rami toward it, and he knew exactly how many steps were between his door and the place where he slept, so he was prepared when the backs of his knees hit the mattress and he collapsed onto the covers.

It was unmade because the only time he tidied his sleeping space was when he was filming. Skye didn’t seem to mind or notice as he bracketed Rami’s head, hands pressed into the bed, looking down at him with a hungry expression.

“Tell me what we can do,” Skye said.

Rami swallowed heavily, then lifted his hands because there was no way he was going to be able to speak. ‘Kissing.’

Skye chuckled softly and dropped down to press his lips to Rami’s jaw. “Got that one down. Next?”

‘Touch me all over.’

Skye lifted one hand and dragged his palm from Rami’s throat to his groin. His cocks jumped, and he wished he was naked. “Next.”

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