As he shut his eyes and reveled in that moment, Alasdair’s hand moved to the back of his head. His eyes flew open as Alasdair increased the pressure of that hand and urged him on. Leo swirled his tongue around him, unable to get enough of his taste. Then one of Vasilios’s palms smoothed up his back and their fingers entwined to hold his head in place.
Good lord, this scene.