Akiva’s mouth did that thing again and Eitan kissed him there, at the edge of his lips, on his jaw, along the column of his neck. Kissed him, used his teeth, drawing Akiva’s gasp. Left a bite ringing his collarbone. He took a detour down his chest, pinched a nipple that was in fact the same flushed color as Akiva’s lips, then lapped at it with his tongue.
