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heading down the flat belly.
    Groaning, Lucien went for one of those little nipples, needing to get his lips around one. Were they sensitive? Tender? He couldn’t remember. He flicked one with the tip of his tongue, then closed his lips around the sweet flesh and began to suck. He wasn’t gentle—something in him knew that Trey didn’t need kid gloves. He bit for a second before sucking even harder.
    “Oh…” Trey grabbed his head, holding on, hips rolling.
    Hot son of a bitch, so focused on feeling.
    Smiling, Lucien worked the hard little bit of flesh again. He slapped Trey’s nipple and areola one more time then kissed his way over to the other one, intent on making it hard and wet as well. Oh, they darkened so prettily, got puffy and needy.
    He chewed and bit, Trey’s sweet noises enough to make him painfully hard. This man was a keeper. So many games to play, lessons to learn, fun to be had.
    Leaving both nipples behind, he slowly worked his way down along Trey’s slender, fine abs.
    “Come on. You too. The clothes, I mean,” demanded Trey.
    Lucien took Trey’s hands in his and brought them to the bottom of his own T-shirt. “Go for it.”
    Trey pushed the material up, struggling at the top. Helping, Lucien bent slightly.
    “Thank you.” Trey pulled the shirt off, expression suddenly showing worry. “What do you want me to do with it?”
    Taking it from Trey, Lucien then folded it, then stuck it on top of the back of the toilet. “It’s out of the way.” Lucien stroked Trey’s cheek, smoothed his forehead. “It’s fine.”
    “Sorry. I just. I have to keep things straight. I mean…”
    He pressed his fingers against Trey’s mouth. “You don’t have to apologize, baby. You just keep telling me when I don’t do things correctly for you.”
    Trey immediately opened up, sucked Lucien’s fingers in. Lucien’s erection got even harder and he groaned, pushing his hips against Trey. They needed to get in the spray before the hot water ran out on an empty shower.
    He tugged Trey’s jeans off and dumped them in the right bag, then took off his own and folded them, before putting them on top of the toilet tank. Then he led Trey into the shower.
    Trey grabbed the bar of soap, and immediately started washing him. Humming, he let Trey know he appreciated the touches, that they were welcome. The soap smelled amazing—sandalwood and something. It lathered up beautifully. Once Trey had soaped him up, including his thick, needy cock, he returned the favor.
    “Your touch is unlike anyone else’s.” It fascinated Lucien.
    “No one’s is. They’re all different.” Trey smiled for him. “Some are wonderful, though.”
    “Yours is wonderful. It’s like you’re looking with your fingers. I mean, I know that’s what you’re doing, but I can feel you seeing me.”
    “You have an amazing body, fascinating.”
    “I work out every day.” He flexed.
    “I can tell.” Trey moaned, cupped his pecs.
    Lucien made them pop, showing off for Trey.
    “Oh!” Trey’s eyes went wide, the man laughing hard. “Oh, do it again!”
    Chuckling, he did as Trey asked, loving that sound and the expression on Trey’s face. He’d never seen such honest fascination, such truth in anyone’s eyes.
    Unable to resist, he tilted Trey’s face up and took a kiss. Trey pushed right into his arms, offering him a minty moan. Exploring Trey’s mouth with his tongue, Lucien held onto the slender body, keeping it close. Fuck, this kid stunned him, made him want wicked things.
    “I want to turn you inside out,” he muttered against Trey’s lips.
    “Please. I want to know things. Feel things.”
    “I want to show you everything.” Everything.
    “Yes.” Trey’s expression showed his eagerness, his need.
    “God, I might be in love.” Like really. Crazy as it might sound. Hell, crazy as it might be.
    “Don’t fall in love with a writer, Lucien. We’re obsessed with stories.”
    “I could be a story.” For Trey he could