“It’s too much oil, Tris…The friction isn’t right.”
Tristan tried to gather the superfluous oil and push it down towards Aiden’s arse; he would need it once he got there, anyway. He managed to collect most of it at the small of his back.
“Get a towel and wipe it off.”
“No, I’ll use it later. I’m gonna do that elbow thing you do first.”
“I don’t know…You need to hold your arm at the right angle and not use the point of the elbow, and it’s a bit tricky with how you use your weight. It might be best—2rdquo;
“I know what I’m doing.”
“No, Tristan, you don’t. It’s—2rdquo;
“Be quiet now.” Tristan bent to kiss him behind the ear. He would take care of this. When Aiden left this table, he’d be as good as new.