Drake gently massaged Clover’s wrist before pulling him close and squeezing his still-hard cock. “Can it not wait? We’ve got a shibari class in Seattle next week.”
Tank’s brain jarred at the indecent sight in front of him. The sun caressed Clover’s light skin as he arched against Drake, face serene with joy while Boar fed him another bit of the burger. He was joyful like a cute little puppy.
Tank supposed work could wait, but sooner or later, they needed to get back to business and the job he’d found sounded perfect.
Next week then.
The end