Chapter 161 L2

• He wrapped his hand around him, then around the cool, smooth metal. His thumb brushed over the barbell, feeling the small, perfect spheres at each end. Noble hissed as his hips jerked minutely into the contact.
• “Christ, Nob,” Princely breathed, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. He stroked him from root to tip, his thumb passing over the piercing again. The sensation was foreign and electric under his palm.
• Noble’s head fell back as a low groan tore from his chest. “Yeah. Just like that.” His hands came up, and he fisted in his hair, elbows pointing out as he surrendered to the touch. The muscles of his abdomen stood out, tensing with each pass of Princely’s hand.