Matt ducked his head and blew softly, his breath tickling across Vic’s flesh. When Vic’s cock bobbed up eagerly, Matt took a playful nip at it and missed. “Come sleep with me.”
Tempting as that sounded, the rush of water in the sink reminded Vic that he couldn’t just slink off to bed. “I have to fix the faucet first.” At Matt’s frown, Vic explained, “The washer must’ve snapped. It’ll take ten minutes, tops.”
“Ten minutes?” Matt whined.
Vic started to reply when he saw the mischievous glint in those green eyes. “That’s all, I promise.” Running a hand through Matt’s tight curls, he asked, “Why don’t you go lay back down? Get yourself ready. I’ll join you shortly.”
Matt kissed Vic’s hairless crotch, nosing aside his erection to plant his lips flat against the smooth skin. “Ten minutes is all you get,” Matt told him. “If you’re not in bed with me when your time is up, I’m going to have you right here. Up against the sink if necessary. Fine time for it to break.”