“You look nice in pretty things,” Kai pressed. The pink color of Sascha’s ears deepened to red, but he didn’t turn back to face Kai. “Do I?” “Mm,” Kai hummed, his thumbs stroking against the rough material on Sascha’s thighs. “Pretty things for a pretty man.” “You think I’m pretty?” The words were quiet, directed to the sand. “I think you’re lovely.”
