The sheet was tangled across Alec’s middle; he pulled it away. Maurice smiled at the welcome, lay beside him, warmed him with his embrace, and nestled his face against Alec’s neck, his breath like a wordless whisper. He touched the head of Alec’s cock and showed him the droplet on his fingertip. He wiped it on his own cheek. Alec found Maurice’s lips with his own and parted them gently, the way Van had taught him, with the edge of his tongue.
