Will's mouth turned down in a disappointed frown. Deep down he wanted Isaac to trust him with whatever it was he was looking so nervous about, but the dominant in him was soothed by the others sweetly soft voice. Look at me being so soft hearted, the dark eyed man thought to himself as he stared the other down.
"I'm giving you one chance," he said gently, but it was laced with steel. He wasn't that wrapped around the others slim fingers yet. "What's in that bag?"
Spencer breathed in relief, now they weren't so... he had shuffled back to take up the room that was afforded to him but froze suddenly. There was a column of heat that he'd just backed his plump ass into. His heart hammered in his chest, fingers clenched rhythmically and he suddenly wished he had his glasses to clean or mess with.
"M-Max?" He whispered in the dark room, very tentatively moving a little more. His guess was right, the other was just as hard in his boxers as he was. His brain shorted out a little, and against his better judgement the brunette reached back with lightly trembling fingers to touch the others big arm,.
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