Darius moved lower, pulling the pants down even past the knees to expose Nicholai's thighs. His clawed hand then grazed along the rough skin, feeling some more hair that was hard to see. His mouth reached down again and bit the inner thigh, laughing at the jerk he gave his husband.
Were his thighs as ticklish as his—what? Entire body?
A huge grin showed on Darius's red face. He started leaving loose bites on Nicholai's inner thigh, from the side of the knee up to the hem of the boxer. The firm thighs were not soft in any way—even harder than the rest, but with Nicholai jerking almost at every bite, how could Darius not find it amusing?
