"So patient for me. So perfect for me. I give you one last drag of my hand up the length of your cock and the barest brush of my lips against yours before slipping back one last time to my sketch- but it's rushed. I'm distracted, no, entranced by you. I ache as you ache, want as you want-" And even here he is idly hard behind Anders, working to keep his hips still. He is not the point, here. Making good on the bet? That is.

He takes a steadying breath and continues. "I am not so careless as to toss the sketchbook aside but I am not slow to rejoin you- to tangle my hands in your hair and slide a leg between your spread thighs. I kiss you- deep and claiming and wanting, grinding my leg against you- but I have not yet given you leave to move. I honestly have forgotten to do so."