The true sin here was Riley hiding all that under the vestments of a priest because Liam could not take his eyes off that newly bared skin, that swimmer's body, strong-shouldered and strong and lean. Without realizing it he found himself biting at his bottom lip, utterly enjoying the view he'd been presented.

Then Riley went and did something sweet and romantic again, and it set Liam's heart to aching. Such a simple thing, the gentle touch of those lips at his fingertips.

"Mm... I suppose fair is only fair." He was eager for there to be nothing left between them anyway. He was still securely within Riley's embrace even as he wiggled enough to pull his own shirt up and off over his head. Liam was, in the apparent shared tradition of the Leary brothers, built like a runner, lithe and lean. Dark hair was generously dusted across his chest, and then a trail of the same dark hair lower running from below his navel to where it disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants.

With his shirt off, the evidence of Gregory's presence was more noticeable, another bitemark against his chest, bruises that looked suspiciously like handprints at one bicep and his hips.