How to Fake It in Society

Titus was living in a haze of bliss. Nico was so close, so affectionate, almost urgently hungry for him, not just to fuck but to touch.

Titus had lived with reasonable content in a world of colour, but now he had so much more.

Nico’s taste and smell, the sound of his little gasping breaths, the feel of him under Titus’s hands, and the way his own hands roamed Titus as though he were trying to memorise his body.

He’d have liked to spend all day every day in bed with Nico. In his former life, he could have closed the shop and done just that. He wouldn’t have, because he was a responsible shopkeeper and every penny counted, but he could have, and it would have been so hard to resist.