Page 75 of Body Check

“Raising the bedroom temperature five degrees,” it echoed back.

“Why am I not surprised you have everything set to voice commands?” Dakota asked drily.

Gavin laughed. “No idea what you mean.” Just because he liked ordering people—and technology—around …

He carefully placed the sashimi and nigiri he’d ordered for himself on Dakota’s ass, making it as artful as possible. “You mind if I get a picture of this?”

“Uhh, of you using me as a table? I’ll pass. Besides, do wewantincriminating evidence of the shit we get up to together?”

“The chance of a leak is very small, since I have it set so my pictures don’t automatically sync to the cloud and, instead, go in a secure folder, but I was planning to crop out your hair and the tattoo on your shoulder anyway. And you’re not a table, you’reart.”

“Well, when you put it that way …”

“How about this?” Gavin asked. “I’ll take some pictures, you can look them over, and if you hate them, we’ll delete them?”

“Seems fair.”

Gavin fetched his phone, took a few shots, then passed his phone to Dakota.

He was silent as he looked through them. “Oh,” he said a moment later. “That’s actually really … well, itdoeslook like art.”

“You good with me keeping them then? It’ll be nice spank bank fodder for when I’m alone in a hotel bed on the road.”

“Sure. Guess I should have gotten some pics of the three fingers I had up your ass earlier.”

Gavin shuddered, skin going prickly-hot at the memory. He’d never particularly been into ass play—at least not with his own ass—butthathad been incredible. Dakota had long, slender fingers and knew how to hit all the right places.

“Yeah, that was hot,” he said roughly. “Though a video might have been better. And easier, if we’d used a tripod.”

“Mmm,” Dakota said, the sound almost a low, rumbling purr. “Yeah, it would.”

“Now,” Gavin said before he got distracted by the idea of what they could get up to in front of a camera in the future. “How about a truffle avocado roll?”

He carefully dipped a piece into the pool of soy sauce, enough to barely wet it, then lifted it to Dakota’s mouth. He fed it to him, enjoying the brief scrape of Dakota’s teeth on the pad of his thumb as he took it from Gavin’s hand.

“Mmm,” Dakota said with a happy moan. “That’s incredible. I’ve never had anything like it.”

Gavin smiled as he dipped a piece of salmon nigiri in the soy sauce, then ate it himself.

“Next up, we have a sweet potato roll with miso butter,” he explained.

Dakota made appreciative noises as he ate and they went on like that for a while, Gavin feeding himself, and then Dakota. He’d ordered way too many of the vegetarian options, but he was pleased Dakota seemed to like all of them, from the egg and shiitake mushroom roll to one with spicy cucumber.

Gavin enjoyed his blue crab and spicy scallop rolls, then tried a few of Dakota’s vegetarian ones when it was clear there was no way he’d finish them all. They were good, but it wasn’t the actual food that had Gavin feeling like he couldn’t get enough.

It was more than the sensual way Dakota took the food from his fingers, delicately lapping at them with his tongue and how he kept fighting the urge to grind his cock against the mattress, afraid of disturbing the carefully arranged food.

It was his willingness to give Gavin this moment. To trust him. That was what made Gavin’s skin heat and his head buzz with need.

After they’d had their fill, Gavin packed the leftovers away and set them aside. Most of the soy sauce in the small of Dakota’s back was gone and Gavin dragged his tongue across what little remained, licking it off him until the saltiness was gone and there was nothing but the taste of Dakota’s clean skin beneath.

“Can I eat you out now?” he whispered, kneeling on the bed beside Dakota’s hip.

Dakota parted his legs, rasping, “Please.”

Gavin settled between his thighs and pried Dakota’s cheeks apart. For a guy who didn’t play hockey, his glutes were incredibly muscular, and Gavin happily buried his face between them.

Dakota let out a low moan, arching up to meet his mouth, and Gavin gave the task ahead his sole focus, licking the rim, teasing his tongue inside, then sucking a little. The latter seemed to drive Dakota wild and it wasn’t long before he was arching his back, fucking himself on Gavin’s tongue, and making the most deliciously needy noises.

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