Elijah circled his tongue around the nipple he'd started with, then dragged his mouth to the other, sucking lightly. His fingers kept the slow strokes, twisting lightly as he moved up, around his head, then back down. The scent of arousal was heavy in the hair--his and Ric's. It just increased his, truthfully, as did each sound Ric made, gasps included.

He glanced up at Ric through his lashes, watching his face as his teased his nipple...then moved lower. Over his stomach, across to his hip, nibbling just a bit at the inner hollow of his hipbone, then back to his stomach, following the trail of hair downward.

His hand kept working, never increasing the pace, even as his mouth reached him. Another flick of a look up at him, and he circled the tip of his tongue around the head of Ric's cock.