He enjoyed the feel of the other body against him, Andreas slowly rubbing his face along the side of the other man’s head.  He was in love with Alex’s hair, how long and beautiful it was, silky and golden and perfect.  It was no wonder he kept it long.  Or was that his father’s insistence?  Either way, Andreas thought it would be a shame if it were to be hacked off.<br/><br/>After a few moments of just the cloth, he slid his other hand around and let it glide over slick, soapy skin.  He was gentle, letting his touch remain light caresses.  He couldn’t kneed into tender flesh when it was mottled with painful bruises.  Alex probably needed the more tender touch anyway to soothe his nerves and to learn what affection really was.  The racing heart beneath that flat chest hadn’t gone unnoticed, the sound of Alex’s breathing loud to finely tuned hearing.  Andreas let his fingertips brush over one pink nipple and kissed the side of the man’s neck.<br/><br/>“Is this okay?” he asked, which was a treacherous thing to do in such a situation.  He had already caught a glimpse of the hardened state he’d worked Alex into, his own cock stiffening between them.  “If it’s not, I’ll stop.  Don’t ever be afraid to tell me no, okay?” he encouraged.  “You’re not a sex slave.  You’re not a toy.  But you’re very attractive and I’ve wanted to touch you like this since the beginning.”  He took the washcloth low and gently rubbed it against the inside of Alex’s thigh, narrowly avoiding more intimate contact.  “I want more… but I can wait,” he whispered, laying another kiss against hot skin.  “But you have to tell me.”