Myka only now noticed the soft blush that covered Peter’s cheekbones and spread to his ears, the shyness in how he turned from Myka and tried to hide.
He grinned as the truth became clear to him. He leaned close, nuzzling against Peter’s chin. He ran the side of his face along Peter’s jaw and brought his lips to his ear.
“Did you finger your ass… while you thought of me, Peter?” Myka whispered.
He pulled back and turned Peter’s chin to look up at him. His eyes widened, and his heart beat faster when he saw Peter’s reddened face and dewy eyes staring up at Myka with need.
“More times than I’ll ever admit to,” Peter replied softly.
Myka growled and kissed Peter fiercely. He reached his hand down between them and gripped the head of Peter’s shaft, giving it a firm stroke. Peter gasped, allowing Myka to deepen their kiss.
