Goosebumps in an electric wash across his arms and shoulders, and Liam could help a small noise as teeth tugged softly at his bottom lip. It left his fingers flexing where they curled over Harvard's knee, breath easing out just a little shaky.
He'd never quite figured out whether or not he enjoyed this part of the game. It made him squirm, waffling uncomfortably with himself. The words sticking to his tongue and hard to get out. If he even found the right words to begin with. It made him feel small, vulnerable, helpless, and there might have been something to that
he liked.
"I..." He closed his eyes, shutting out the sight of the other man watching him. "I want," he lay his hand over Harvard's, pushing against it. "Want you to show me."
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