Carlos is smooth as a dolphin after the shave he just had. Lando refused to help, like the brat he is, because he likes his man hairy. Now though, he has his husband laid naked on the bed and is slowly crawling up his body. He's told him he's doing a quality check. He nudges at Carlos's knees so there's room for him to slide in between. Lando kisses the contour of the quad on the inside of the knee. He slides his warm big hands up the expanse of smooth skin. The tan gradually fades as he gets higher up his thigh. Carlos sighs as he relaxes under Lando's caress. His legs falling open even more. Moving up still, Lando grumbles something about that damn bike. Carlos, who by now has melted into a puddle under the ministrations of his doting husband, lifts his head to ask what he said. Before he can utter a word though, he shrieks in pain and surprise. Lando has just bitten down on the soft part of his inner thigh. The gremlin looks up from underneath his lashes and smiles sheepishly…”Couldn't help myself”