Nigel's breath caught in his throat. His skin was hot, his heartbeat wild. He should've pulled away. He should've walked off. But the warmth radiating off the boy's body, the confidence in his touch, the way his voice dropped like silk sliding down bare skin...
The boy didn't ask permission again. He tilted his head and kissed Nigel's jaw soft, deliberate, electric. Nigel's whole body tensed, and when he didn't move, the boy's mouth found his neck next. It was barely a kiss more like a taste, hot and slow. Nigel hissed, his hand flying up to grab the boy's waist, whether to push him away or pull him closer, he didn't know.
"I don't even know your name," Nigel said, voice rough.
"You don't need it," the boy whispered. "Just feel."
He took Nigel's hand and led him deeper into the shadows, behind a drape of heavy black velvet. The space was small but warm, echoing with muffled moans from nearby chambers. But here, it was just them. The scent of musk and heat filled the air.
