[Or he could not keep his hands to himself. Though, that brought an element of getting caught in a semi-public space with Booker's cock down Nicky's throat.

Oh hey, look at that. Nicky had a bit of his devonshire cream at the corner of his mouth.]

Sounds like a plan to me. I can start unpacking boxes while you take the truck back so we can multi-task. And my train doesn't leave until noon tomorrow, so we should be able to get you unpacked and squared away pretty well.

Here, try this.

[He offered his fork with a rather large bite of crepe, berry compote, and cream all at once.]