"It feels nice, right?"
Rai ignored Zade, making a grumpy face as he glanced at him. But then Zade's hand rubbed his waist, catching him off guard. A soft moan threatened to escape Rai's throat, but he managed to swallow it down just in time.
Still, there was no ignoring the feel of Zade's chest pressing against him. He could feel Zade's nipples poking into his skin, brushing against his own a few times. Rai couldn't tell if it was just random friction or if the bastard was doing it on purpose.
Whatever... he decided it was best not to fixate on it. It wasn't like the bastard was going to magically put on a shirt now anyway.
If anything, Rai doubted his own shirt would stay on much longer. His stomach was already completely exposed. Zade's arm had snuck all the way under the fabric, reaching up toward his neck and dragging the shirt up with it.
