Time to get the show on the road.
Curling his lip, Gideon deliberately raked his gaze over Jesse’s lean form, lingering on the bulge in his crotch long enough to lick his lower lip. “How am I supposed to show off my favorite cockslut when he’s got so many clothes on?” he complained. “Or do you want me to let you loose and have the crowd tear them off you, boy?”
Jesse looked at him for a long moment, like he couldn’t remember his next line. Gideon’s gaze was unwavering, hard with expectation, but he hoped Jesse saw encouragement there, too.
“No, Sir.”