“All right,” Kalynd agreed. He wasn’t sure he could define anything that was happening in terms of “like” or “dislike,” however, he found himself very interested in the other man’s reactions. He was clearly invested in his actions, touching himself and making soft, low noises of pleasure as he did so. Kalynd felt his hand against his skin moving up to his chest. Loren’s fingers began to rub at his own nipple. He shifted a little, not sure that he liked the sensation. He shook his head slightly, his own hand dropping a little from Loren’s chest.
“I’m—not sure about this,” he said. “It feels strange.” Maybe he was just unused to it, or maybe he was just different from other people. He wasn’t sure, since he had so little knowledge of this sort of thing.
“I’m—not sure about this,” he said. “It feels strange.” Maybe he was just unused to it, or maybe he was just different from other people. He wasn’t sure, since he had so little knowledge of this sort of thing.
