“It’s different in the flesh. Number four. You need to change the sheet between videos.” Thomas grimaced. “I mean… Come on…”
Scott’s cheeks caught fire. “Please stop,” he murmured, catching his face in his hands.
“Number five. You need to remove your clothes from the top of the bed.”
“They’re amateur videos,” Scott argued. “It’s supposed to look rough and ready, like I shouldn’t be doing it. Like it’s…forbidden or something.”
“If you’re going down the taboo or forbidden route, you’ve got it all wrong. You’re twenty-nine, Scott, not eighteen. You’re not in your bedroom in your parents’ house, having a quick tugon yourself while Aunt Margaret and Uncle Basil are downstairs eating crumpets in the living room with Mum and Dad.”
“But people online don’t know that, and who the hell are Aunt Margaret and Uncle Basil?”
“Number six –”
Scott groaned. “How many more complaints are there?”
Thomas’s brow furrowed as he considered the notes on his tablet. “Number six isn’t really a complaint. It’s more of an observation.”
Scott sighed. “What did you observe?”
“You eat an alarming amount of your own cum.”
“Oh my God.” Scott groaned, pushing his chair back. He leaned over, almost hiding his face beneath the table. “Thomas…”
“Are you perhaps lacking in vitamin C or maybe magnesium or sodium? There are other, more efficient ways of getting those nutrients. This meal included.”
“It’s hot.”
“If it’s hotter than body temperature, then something is probably wrong.”
“No, I meant…” Scott lifted his head. “People like to see it. They find it…arousing.”
Thomas screwed up his face. “I get that, but every single time, Scott…”
Scott shrugged, and Thomas shook his head.
“I thought you’d just got a taste for it.”
“No, I much prefer other people’s, but it’s only you and me here.” Scott flashed pretty-please lashes at Thomas.
Thomas recoiled. “You’d better not be asking me what I think you’re asking for.”
“A beaker of your cum?”
“There’s something seriously wrong with you.”
“I’ll flick it at my face, make it look like someone is ejaculating on me, then lick it up.”
Thomas narrowed his eyes to slits. “No.”
“I’llpayyou.”
“It’s an even bigger no.”
“Fine.” Scott pouted. “You could at least spit on me for a video, though.”
“You want me to spit on you?”
“It could be hot.”
