Alex wanted to curse himself for his moment of distraction, but the wound was still so raw and he still blamed himself. He could have excused it as being a good samaritan if his father had found Michael just staying there, but the unforgiveable sin had been actually sleeping with him.

He let out a soft sigh when Michael switched position and started using his mouth instead. Even if, for all the world, he couldn't actually regret that part.

He kept his hands on his thighs and his thighs still in an effort to make this as easy as possible for Michael. His encouragement came out in soft moans that got louder whenever Michael did something very right. It wasn't perfect by any means, but Michael always had been a good student when he put his mind to it and apparently he wanted to learn Alex.

"It's a very...mm...pretty mouth."