All Ilya dreamed about was Danya touching him. Feeling his admiration, those warm, brown-skinned hands running across his body, feeling every inch. Ilya wanted to do the same, to kiss every sparkling freckle on Danya’s face, to wrap his hands in that gorgeous red hair, taste the sweat on his skin. He wanted to meld together with this man, to give him his very soul. Ilya was in love with Danya.
