"And don't I know it." Alexander replied, letting go of the young man for a few brief seconds and allowing his eyes to travel hungry down over the boy's exquisite figure, hands moving straight back to Morgan's hips when the boy moved to stand so close.
"What is it that you won't do?" He asked, one hand moving from Morgan's hip to the buttons of the boy's blouse, beginning to unfasten them one-by-one and pull the fabric open, leaning down to press kisses over Morgan's abdomen and up over his stomach and chest. "Because I am sure that you were employed under the proviso you could and would do almost anything." Moretti explained, the hand still on Morgan's hip sliding towards the boy's backside, resting there, fingers brushing over the silk fabric.