[Rumbled under the bruising teeth in his chest, worrying teeth into his own lower lip a moment. Trying to focus and make a decision--A difficult thing to do when his husband was also feeling him up.
Fuck it. His focus came back to Rook with that pinpoint way he had. Got hold of his chin between a couple of fingers and stole another heated kiss before, low and direct;]
Get out of these. [Free hand tugging at the waist band of his trousers. Well aware what all waited there, thank you.]
[Rook was terrible about his affectionately spicy mischiefs. He gave another light snort when he was let freeeee.]
I’m the sweet one? I didn’t even rub your back. Must have me mistaken for one of your other attention sources.