Jay
"Misha, how is your skin so soft?" I ask.
I find myself wondering about the stupidest things when I touch him. Like, how many kisses does it take to make him out of breath? Or, if he can smell my shampoo while I suck on his nipples?
"Mmm, lotion. What are you, a perverted old man? Don't ask me that." He grumbles into my shoulder.
He is so cute. The little whimpers that come out when I tickle his sides make me want to torment him even more.
-knock- -knock-
"I'm coming in," Anon says from outside the door.
Misha's reaction time is no joke. He instantly pushes me off of him. The only problem was the direction he pushed me. I landed on the floor beside the bed. Anon walks in and sees me on the floor. He looks over at Misha who is hiding under the blanket.
