Salvatore didn't laugh, but the slight curve at the corner of his mouth betrayed his amusement. He held Milo's gaze, his thumb tracing his jawline before he leaned forward.
Milo wasn't ready, he closed his eyes instinctively.
Salvatore stopped just before his lips touched Milo's cheek.
Milo could feel the heat of the man's breath on his skin. He opened one eye, only to find Salvatore's smug smile.
Salvatore whispered in his ear, "I'm not sure you're ready."
Milo gulped. He opened both eyes. "I—I'm ready… If you want to play, Sir. I… will prepare myself."
"Sure? Because you've tempted me so much that it's impossible for me to hold back. This time, I might get a little rougher."
Milo exhaled. "I'd like to try it with you."
Salvatore looked at Milo. He saw the seriousness in his eyes. He simply smiled.
"Very well. Go to my room, straight to the darkroom. Strip and wait for me on your stomach. I'll be there after I finish this cigar."
