[His eyes followed Booker's movements and as soon as the other boy was naked and resettled against the pillows, he was scooting forward so that he could kiss him again.]
You are beautiful.
[Another kiss, and this time Nicky's hand slipped up along Booker's side. He kept it slow and languid, the exact opposite of the frenzied pace that Malta had set.]
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You are beautiful.
[Another kiss, and this time Nicky's hand slipped up along Booker's side. He kept it slow and languid, the exact opposite of the frenzied pace that Malta had set.]
I want very much to make you feel good.