"Jesus."

The word comes out of him broken, astonished. Mike has done this to him, but no one else has. It's still new, unfamiliar, and his skin hasn't ever felt like this before, scalding hot under Mike's lips, the promise of his mouth...

He made a pleading noise, spreading his legs farther, tilting his hips, trying to look over his shoulder at Mike, at what he would look like, kneeling there.

Beautiful. Of course. It always would be beautiful.