"Oh no," he says in mock horror, "seconds, or thirds? What ever will I do...?" His eyes lock on Rowan. 'How about you' his gaze seems to say.
His fingers hesitate only a moment as they pass over Rowan's chest, he's noticed the slight difference, but it could just be fleshier pecs. Regardless, the way Rowan groans encourages him to keep probing.
"Oh, I didn't say that... I do love some good teasin-mmmm," that thought is interrupted by a low moan when Rowan's thigh presses between him, brushing against some very sensitive parts of his own. Ooh, Rowan is good at that. But Max isn't about to let himself be outdone.
His fingers drag lower until they're just starting to brush along Rowan's groin. It's featherlight touches for the moment, teasing and exploring, waiting to see what kind of reaction he'll get. And what he'll feel through the trousers. Soon, perhaps, he'll have the answer to the great mystery.
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Date: 2020-07-23 02:45 am (UTC)His fingers hesitate only a moment as they pass over Rowan's chest, he's noticed the slight difference, but it could just be fleshier pecs. Regardless, the way Rowan groans encourages him to keep probing.
"Oh, I didn't say that... I do love some good teasin-mmmm," that thought is interrupted by a low moan when Rowan's thigh presses between him, brushing against some very sensitive parts of his own. Ooh, Rowan is good at that. But Max isn't about to let himself be outdone.
His fingers drag lower until they're just starting to brush along Rowan's groin. It's featherlight touches for the moment, teasing and exploring, waiting to see what kind of reaction he'll get. And what he'll feel through the trousers. Soon, perhaps, he'll have the answer to the great mystery.