clean up nice (but i still play dirty)

they haven’t really talked about it, it’s not surprising. sex is not easy to talk about because it always ends with getting handsy. serious discussions about it are off the table when tino’s got obvious tells for being turned on. lewis probably does too but that’s mortifying to acknowledge when he’s got a semi with so many people around.

he’s thought about it endlessly though. when tino puts something on and it hugs his body in a way that has lewis picturing expensive lace, straps and cut out panels. tino’s all smooth skin, lewis can imagine the waistbands with cute little jewels so clearly. he’s knocked out of his fantasy by tino moving, he stretches after he stands up and groans.

“do you seriously have a sauna?” tino has big brown eyes that remind dan of the dog — not a productive thought — and his ability to simultaneously seem as though he’s listening fully and not at all bothered is a talent. “aye, why?” dan locks his phone just in time to catch lewis glancing up from his own.

“i thought you were just agreeing with whatever lewis said, to be honest.” the smirk on tino’s face tells dan it’s more about winding lewis up than him and it works. he drops his phone on the leather couch with a strange thud. dan sighs before the youngest man even snarks a response. “you won, by the way.”

sticky like heat

clean up nice (but i still play dirty)

take care

known him since tykes

sauna

please don’t choke

the bit between my teeth

tied down