"I never leave you undone, do I?" Ganymede asked, flicking open the buttons up the front of the shirt and sliding down as he kissed a trail in the opposite direction. "You must think me so mean, asking questions like that."

Ganymede could never be the kind of tease that didn't follow through on his promises; it might take him a few hours, but it would happen. He laid his own blade down, letting it fall to the mat as he slid open Alex's belt. "Have I tired you out so much already? You never let me do all this outside the bedroom." Aside from the memorable time at a formal party where they'd been caught, Alexander had very little of an exhibitionist streak, and had only engaged in a hurried exchange in one skinny, dark doorway in Bombay years ago.