Page 57 of Touch In Excess

Skye bowed his head and shook it. “No. But I don’t need to.”

“Skye—”

His body finally snapped into action. He closed the distance between them and curled his body around Rami’s, chest to his lover’s back. His arms wrapped around his waist, lifting one hand to drag a careful touch through the coarse hair on his belly.

“I don’t need it,” Skye assured him.

“You wanted to…to use it on me after I was done here.”

“I wanted to be with you. I wanted to make sure that you felt good in case the whole thing with the toy went bad. I don’t need to come. I do that for my job. The only thing that matters is you.”

Rami swallowed heavily. “Are you sure?”

Skye glanced over at the chair, the dildo still shining with lube. It looked odd then—alien. Skye turned his gaze away and kissed Rami on the side of the neck. “All I need is to be here so you don’t have to be alone after all that. It was your first time.”

Rami swallowed thickly. “It was different than the other things I’ve done.”

“I know,” Skye whispered. He gently tugged Rami toward the bed, pulling back the covers and mussing them the way he knew Rami liked. He caught a smile on his lover’s face—sortof surprised and yet also resigned. “Lie down. I’m going to get something to clean you up with.”

“I…oh. Do I need that?”

“You have come on your thighs, and lube can feel kind of gross when it dries. Trust me, yes?”

“Yes,” Rami murmured as he settled into the sheets.

In the bathroom, it only took Skye a second to find a washcloth, and the water didn’t take long to heat up. He added a little soap, then let out a happy noise when he found some witch hazel under the sink. It was still in date, so he soaked another cloth with it, then made his way back to the bed.

Rami wasn’t under the covers, so Skye used the soapy cloth to clean his thighs and his cocks. They twitched a little as he mopped up the last traces of what he’d spilled, and then he carefully eased Rami’s left knee toward his chest.

“Hold for me. Just like that,” Skye told him.

Rami’s eyes squeezed shut as Skye cleaned off his hole, then took the witch hazel cloth and pressed it against him. Rami hissed and squirmed. “Feels…weird.”

“Painful?”

“N-no. Yes. I can’t tell if it’s pain or not.” Rami took a slow breath, in and out. “It’s sore though.”

“This is witch hazel. It’ll help,” Skye promised. He held it there a moment longer, then dropped both cloths on the floor in front of the nightstand and crawled over Rami’s body. It was easy to settle in beside him. Curling into his side felt like coming home.

Rami let out a lungful of air before turning into Skye and hooking a leg up over his hip. “Is this okay?”

“Yes. Anything is okay,” Skye told him.

Long, silent moments passed as Skye just held him, and bit by bit, he felt the tension leaving his body. After a while, Rami’sbreathing deepened and grew more even, and Skye thought he might have been asleep.

Then he spoke.

“That was harder than I expected. It was…good. Very good. It felt…I don’t know. Different than I expected it to.”

“Good?”

“Very,” Rami said, but there was hesitation in his voice. “But it was also lonely.”

That’s what Skye had been afraid of. “I should have figured out how to stay close while I bid.”

Rami quickly shook his head and held tighter. “It was better that you didn’t. Safer,” he added. “I don’t want to get caught rigging the system.”

Skye went to argue that he wasn’t rigging the system. Skye was bidding fair and square. Anyone could outbid him if they had the money and if they were quick enough. But he also knew that he had privilege most people didn’t.

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