Down his spine the fingers traveled next and lower. Once clear of ribs and known bruises, his touch became a bit firmer with rough, calloused fingers.
Encouraged by touch, the kiss became a dance of tongues and exploration of taste and mouth. He wanted to memorize Brodie's taste even though he was fairly certain this would happen again. And again. As many times as he could imagine... And imagining it elicited a soft moan and shifting of his hips which was somewhat painful but easy to ignore.