Page 50 of Sin Deep
“Amazing.”
Oh, that little rasp, the flash of hunger in Harley’s eyes suited him to the bone. That was exactly right.
“Mmm. You like to be a little naughty. I am looking forward to our day even more now. Shall we start with some birthday cake? We never did get to it last night. We must have been…too busy.”
“We were absolutely busy, in the best possible way.” Harley nibbled his bottom lip, teasing him. Taunting him.
He happily took the bait and kissed Harley until they were both breathless, fingers gripping his boy’s nape. “Let’s have cake and take our stroll in the park,” he suggested, barely above a whisper. “And then we’ll come home and get ready for tonight. I have plans for those new brushes you gave me.”
“O-okay.” Harley blinked at him, eyelashes fluttering. “Anything.”
He grinned. That was how he wanted his boy, floating on a kiss, on life, on him. And soon, on cake.
14
Harley was buzzing. Winter kept teasing him, touching him, making his skin burn.
It was maddening and, if he was honest, a little wonderful.
The little whispers and touches had driven him crazy all day long, and now it was late afternoon, and all he wanted, now that they were home, was a hard, deep kiss.
“Do you need to check in with Oliver, petit? Before we get ready to go out? Will he worry?” Winter’s hands slid over his shoulders. It wasn’t even a sexual touch, just an affectionate one but it still made him tingle.
“Mmm…he knew I was coming for the weekend. I told him I would be home after work Monday, most likely.” He thought he’d see Ollie tonight.
“Good. I like that you keep in touch. We may even run into him tonight, but I wanted to be sure.” Winter kissed his forehead. “Are you wearing your button down tonight? Do you wear anything under it? If so, and you pull it on over your head, you should do that before we get started on your makeup.”
“No. Tonight I’m going to be a little more casual and unfasten a button or three.” If they danced, it got hot on that floor.
“I approve. Are you ready to get started then? Anything special you want me to try?”
“No. No, I want to be however you can’t stop looking at me.” Hopefully that made sense.
Winter cupped his chin and smiled. “I hope you know that you’re beautiful to me just as you are.”
“But I want to be amazing. I want to be as bright as the others.”
“I think once you meet subs like Sam tonight, you’ll find you don’t have to be bright all the time. But sometimes it’s good. I love bringing out your lovely eyes. I will give you what you want, petit.”
Winter picked up his new brushes and pulled him into the bedroom. “You sit. Take your t-shirt off please.”
“Mmm…yes, sir.” He wasn’t sure if he got off on this or if he got off on how Winter got off on it, but either way, it worked.
Winter laid out the new brushes carefully, smiling at them, then pulled out his eyeliners and shadows. Winter fussed and fidgeted, putting the makeup cape on him, and settling him on the bench so his face caught the light just so. So many little touches, gentle caresses.
His cock was hard as a rock, and that dull ache felt so fucking deep.
“You have such a lovely color in your cheeks today and a sexy little bit of stubble, so I don’t think I’ll do foundation if that’s all right with you.” Winter gave his cheek a little scratch with his fingernails making a soft raspy sound. “I like this.”
“Mmm…” Fuck, his nerves felt like shattered glass, and it made him lick his lips.
Winter knew. He saw it in that indulgent smile. Winter knew how he was feeling, all of it.
“Good. Be still now, Harley, love.” Winter picked up his eyeliner.
Love. Oh, that sounded sweet. “I can do that.”
He could totally do that.
