Wren made quick work of divesting Rowan of his clothing while taking care to avoid hurting the skin on his arms and shoulders where the freckles had started bleeding at the cemetery. Before he knew it, Rowan was standing completely nude in front of the man with nowhere to hide.
Wren's gaze slid hungrily over his chest and stomach, and when it landed on the pink skin of Rowan's arousal it felt as intimate as any physical touch.
"Is this what happens when I'm scolding you?" Wren cocked an eyebrow.
"No…it's what happens when you bite my neck and tell me you're going to spank me." Rowan blurted out.
The smug smile on Wren's face was maddening. It made Rowan even harder.
He fought the old urge to cover himself, but after the initial panic subsided, he discovered that he enjoyed Wren's eyes on him. He would enjoy his hands and mouth on him even more.
