Sasha was naked, those tribal tattoos dark and beautiful, starting low on his hips and coiling down his thighs and around his already very hard length. He had their lube dangling from his blackened fingers.
“Yeah, I…gotta go, kid,” Nathan tried to keep his voice from cracking as he stared at what an enticing treat Sasha made for the eyes, and how smug he looked knowing just what the mere sight of him did to Nathan. “You, uhh…you be safe. Let me know when you’re headed here, okay?”
“Wait!” Leven protested, his voice more distant since Nathan wasn’t really listening anymore. “What about this someone? Is it an incubus? Who? Is he hot? You have to tell me! Nathan!”
“Talk to you later, Leven.” Nathan flipped the phone closed.
Then he opened it again and turned it off. Best to be safe. He didn’t want any interruptions. Not this time. 52