“I haven’t done this exact thing before.” Rakos’s next words are strained. “Do you want me to slow down?” Bellamy shakes his head vigorously. “Don’t you dare. I just want you to know, you’re the first man I’ve—lain with like this. I know it doesn’t really matter. But it matters a little to me.” Rakos laughs, the sound warm and rumbly. “Maybe it shouldn’t matter, but I like it anyway.”
