Thomas gasped. “Hey—”
“Shh. Just eat your spaghetti and pretend everything’s normal.” Clark worked on the button, undid it, and reached in to pull Thomas’s hard cock out of his underwear.
“Clark,” Thomas whispered, his cheeks very pink. “We’re in a restaurant. Are you sure we should—”
“No one will know, Thomas, if you’re quiet when you come.” His fingers closed around the long, thick shaft. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself?”
“I…what?”
Clark laughed. “Just eat your dinner and have a normal conversation.”
“While you’re doing that?” Thomas bit his lip.
Clark’s thumb brushed across the tip of Thomas’s penis. “Yes, exactly. Do you have any siblings?” He cupped Thomas’s balls, squeezing them gently.
Thomas looked away, staring at the side of the booth they sat in. When he looked back at Clark, his forehead furrowed in concentration, and he reached for his fork. “This isn’t fair.”