Yes, leading.
How nice it would have been to lead instead. If he'd been leading, then maybe he could start with a massage, maybe even take things—
"Haa!"
Oh stars.
Luca's hand shot out, slapping the wall as his body jolted. It was instinct. Pure survival. All because Xavier's deft finger had flicked his unsuspecting nipple.
To think, he assumed he'd survive it if he could foresee it.
How naive was he?
And yet the prince didn't stop there.
Considering the angle, his nearly frozen state, and his sea of consciousness in turmoil, Luca couldn't understand how his husband could still zero in on his most sensitive spots.
Xavier had always known exactly where to touch, how to press, and exactly how to make him tremble. Of course, because it was the same person who had shown him the way.
The little guide hadn't expected his husband's rampaging body to remember it!
But he did. And he kept going at it.
