Ears

“This is unusual you know,” Foster whispers, nibbling Dexter's earlobe.

“What is?” Dexter squirms beneath him, breathless, desperate to be touched.

“Your ears.”

Dexter stops mid-squirm, confused. “My ears?” he asks, faintly incredulous.

“Mmmmmm,” Foster croons, running gentle bites down the rim of the watchmaker’s ear.

“What’s unusual about my ears?”

“You have attached lobes,” Foster murmurs, he licks the side of Dexter's neck, teasingly. Dexter squirms again, pressing against him, hungry for physical contact, attention of any kind. It doesn’t matter to him if it’s caress or hurt, so Foster makes sure it’s a caress, slipping his fingers under the other’s shirt to touch, make him gasp with pleasure. “It’s caused by a recessive gene, so it’s unusual,” he explains.

“Good unusual or bad unusual?” Dexter mewls, arching his back as wantonly as he can, trying to make Foster see what he’s offering, what he wants in return.

“Kinda sexy unusual,” whispers Foster, he nibbles the lobe again, licks the spot where it attaches to the watchmaker’s neck.

“Is it special?” Dexter's voice sounds hopeful, so Foster pulls back to look at his face. And yes, there it is, that shy smile he loves so much. He’s torn about whether to kiss the watchmaker, he wants to, but that would cover the smile, and he sees it so rarely.

Dexter takes his hesitation badly, frowning suddenly, looking away. Not good enough for you…

Foster kisses him, a gentle kiss, but hungry. It takes a few moments for Dexter to relax into him, but when he does the nurse pushes between his legs, presses against him in a promise of what’s to come.

“You’re more than special to me Dexter,” Foster whispers, wishing the watchmaker would believe him for once.