“Käraste,” he whispered softly with a happiness.  He didn’t even know what he was saying,  but he liked that Andreas called him that.<br/><br/>Alex’s eyes fluttered closed as that sweet noise escaped when Andreas pulled his hair free.  The fingers stroking through it and massaging his scalp had him squirming again. The sheets against his bare skin felt almost as good as the hand in his hair.<br/><br/>Alex gasped as Andreas’ warm wet tongue slid over his perky nipple.  He still didn’t know what Andreas was talking about.  But he was drowning in the feel of Andreas’ mouth on his soft supple skin.  Then teeth caressed over his skin and he bowed a little, letting out a shaky moan.<br/><br/>If Andreas didn’t notice sooner, he would definitely notice now that Where a soft patch of hair should be was completely smooth.  He likely shaved or waxed in the last day or so. The darkness swallowed up the few old fingerprints that were on his hips from being gripped too tightly.<br/><br/>He blinked in surprise as Andreas kissed and nipped down around his hips.  His cock was so hard and pearling already for the millionth time that night.  He squirmed in a feeble attempt to make the ache between his legs subside.   His hands went out to the sides to twist into the sheets as he stuttered, “wha.. what are.. are you doing?”