…that’s asking the impossible of me, but I can at least be a little responsible. [ he takes sunday’s hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing each of his knuckles. ] I’m not going to let you get onto your knees for me, …even if I’m sure you’d look beautiful with your lips stretched around my cock.

Let’s prove we have a little restraint, birdie, and keep our pants on. [ he curls a finger at the echo holding the bottle, grabbing its neck and tipping it so that it spills its contents on both of their chests. ] But that doesn’t mean we still can’t have some fun… [ he ducks his head and drags his tongue across sunday’s chest to get a taste of both him and the liquor. ] Mmm… exquisite.