Leif looked down at Yuri, who was lounging next to him with a content smile on his face, fondling and teasing Leif lightly with his fingertips.
“I feel… stronger,” he said, trying to wiggle free from Yuri’s grasp to no avail.
“Is that not what’s supposed to happen after you’re marked?” Yuri asked innocently, right before playfully biting where Leif’s thigh met his hip.
“Mmm… stop. I’m being serious.”
“I’m also very serious about what I’m doing down here,” Yuri laughed, unable to keep his composure. He wasn’t one to let his partner order him around.
Leif reached down tentatively to touch Yuri; he wasn’t used to it yet. His fingers found Yuri’s hair, slightly damp with sweat from what they’d just done. Yuri nuzzled backward into Leif’s hand as he felt his fingers lightly caressing hi
