Ian watched through lust heavy eyes as Charlie dipped the fine brush into the dark viscous liquid. Charlie contemplated Ian’s bare chest for a moment before beginning his work in warm chocolate. As elegant as any calligraphy numbers, signs and Greek letters began to crawl across his naked torso. When Ian’s chest and stomach was covered in the chocolate expression Charlie stopped.
“I never did math on our relationship. Did you know that?”
“No,” Ian answered.
“Never felt right.” Charlie put down the brush and began licking his expression with controlled passion. “This, on the other hand, feels very right.”