At the pool Booker had used his raw good looks to draw Nicky in, a little uncertain that something softer would get him anywhere. Now... he was a little more open to something gentle and slow.

Booker rubbed his calf against Nicky as he settled there. The slow, careful attention was already getting to him. Booker's cock stirred and started to flush getting ready for this second round.

This was his favorite sort of sex, after all. Slow and careful and meaningful. Booker really loved the meaningful. He petted his fingers through Nicky's hair and really settled back, eyes closed. He'd get no fight out of Booker right now.