Connor in wet panties, squirming on the couch while Hank sits on the floor and uses his large body to put together a new bed frame after they broke the last one. Occasionally, Hank reaches over to pat Connor’s thigh, thumb running over his wet crotch, but he never indulges him.

Connor’s just enjoying the show, and Hank can’t help but bask a little in being able to rile his lover up. He likes knowing he’s still got it. Connor can’t wait unti the bed is fixed so they can start this whole game over again.

Connor finally gives up being a good boy when he can’t take any more of the gentle touches. He latches onto Hank’s wrist so quickly that it startled them both, and his grip is bruising when he pushes Hank’s hand harder against his clothed slit.

“Lick it.”

It’s a command, and

Hank is all to eager to drag his baby to the edge of the couch so he can suck on his clit through the dripping panties, letting pretty legs dangle over his shoulders and kick him in the back like he’s nothing more than a horse in need of directing.

“Right there,” Connor-

instructs, and his voice is even, almost indifferent. He’s in control, and Hank loves it. “Now take my panties off and get your tongue inside of me or I’ll pin you down and ride it myself.”

Hank isn’t sure which is the better deal.