Galo lets go of him and helps shove his pants down. His eyelashes flutter as a warm kiss brushes his skin. He dumps his pants to the side with the rest of their clothes. He drags the bag left in the room closer and retrieves a jar from inside.

He sets it down and settles, patting his thigh. “Come sit on me.” They could do exactly what they’d thought about doing the first time they fooled around.