Kisses were straightforward. Lean forward, place mouths together. Even an uneducated kiss could still be good. But now Barnaby is molded against the counter behind him, with Kotetsu's hands and mouth exploring his body in a way that is so purposeful, it brings the heat back to his skin, prickling across it pleasantly until he lifts his hips away from the counter, reaching for more of the tickle of Kotetsu's fingers at the waist of his boxers.

The sound of Kotetsu's voice is different than he's ever heard from him. Barnaby's belly does a warm flip.

"Which part?" Barnaby breathes. "You've got to learn to be more specific."