Those hands, ever memorizing him, always touching traveled down his chest. Zato was moving along every muscle Axl had on his torso. His finger tips made the younger man shiver with almost anticipation as to what was next. Another soft kiss was planted on the other's neck as he pulled away slightly to pull his shirt off.

His lips once again met the flesh of Zato's neck, softly. He couldn't tell where the bruises were with the dim light.