lastnight

“Hi!” I said as the door swung open. “Wasn’t sure what we wanted to do for dinner but I brought –”

“What I want,” he interrupted, tilting his head and staring at me, “is my cock in your mouth, right now.”

“Oh,” I said, intelligently. “Yeah, that works.”

Half an hour later, a few more abrasions on my kneecaps and some interesting aches, we sat down – me perhaps somewhat gingerly – to some pasta, and some good-natured but long-suffering raised eyebrows from his housemates.