Nicky sauntering was a sight to behold. He had such a lovely grace to his hips and there was no denying he had a fine ass. Booker watched him for a minute before he followed like a devoted lover.
Which, he supposed, he was.
Booker caught up and pressed himself against Nicky's back. He wrapped his arms around him as he nuzzled against his neck. "How should we do this? I can sit first this time. You on top?"
The lounge chair was just a particularly skinny bed, after all.
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Date: 2020-09-22 01:36 am (UTC)Which, he supposed, he was.
Booker caught up and pressed himself against Nicky's back. He wrapped his arms around him as he nuzzled against his neck. "How should we do this? I can sit first this time. You on top?"
The lounge chair was just a particularly skinny bed, after all.