A companion to
this. Naked, sated, tangled in the sheets, and Wesley was drawing over Angel’s tattoo lightly with his fingertip. He gave a light scrape with his nail now and then.
It was a new find, and like everything else, Wesley intended to explore it thoroughly.
So then he traced the tattoo with his tongue. Angel shivered as he felt the hot wetness of Wes’s mouth spread along the sensitive skin on the inside of his wrist.
“Anything in particular one has to do to get their initial tattooed on your wrist, Angel?”
“God, Wes, keep doing that, I’ll do anything you want.”