“Not much. I thought… Not until you know what you really need and who can give it to you.”
“Is that an order?” Vince’s cock was weeping against Cason’s hip. You’re fucking hot, you have to know that. I want to play with you, for as long as you want to play with me, at least until you are sure of what you need. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled his cheek against Vince’s soft hair and sighed, content to hold the other man until he woke up. Swallowing, Vince wiped his mouth with his napkin. He groaned. Vince froze mid-stretch for his pants. He’d spent so many years knowing what he had to offer, and taking pleasure in helping the subs through the scenes they needed. The seats will be fine, they’re protected ’cause; it rains too damn much not to have them sealed.”
They had to let the car run for a few minutes to de-fog the windows.