Nathan tensed and rammed him so hard he nearly stumbled over the couch. Barnaby’s cock released gobs of creamy fluid and he fleetingly hoped it wasn’t getting all over the backside of Nathan’s couch.
He straightened as Nathan pulled out of him, panting heavily. Barnaby dropped to his knees and glanced at the couch. He winced at the wet spot. “Um, sorry.”
“Hmm?” Nathan had pulled off the condom and was refastening his pants.
Barnaby flicked his head in the direction of the spot. “Got any cleaner?”
Nathan laughed and reached down to pull Barnaby up. “Somewhere. I’ll get it later.”
He encircled Nathan’s neck with his arms. “Now that’s a better good morning.”
“Yeah, I am sorry about earlier. I can be a prick sometimes. I will say it pays off in court.”
“I know.” He sighed. “You’re always so cold to me at work I figured you didn’t like me at all.”
Nathan raised both eyebrows. “Cold to you? Barnaby, believe me, I was not trying to be cold.”