Chapter 90

When Andy groaned again, deep and low and needy, Scooter sat up, covering Andy’s mouth in a kiss that did almost nothing but capture the sound, using his lips as a gag. He played, teased, slow and gentle, then wrapped a hand around Andy’s cock, twisted as the lube made him slick. “More,” Scooter said, tapping his fingers against Andy’s thigh. “Used that up. Bad me.”

“Positively naughty,” Andy agreed, squeezing another generous dollop onto Scooter’s fingers. “Behave this time.” It came out less like the teasing scold Andy was aiming for and more like desperate begging, but that was all right, Scooter would take care of him anyway.