Fuck, he’s stiff—in more ways than one. His cock aches with the morning’s rise. Most days, the first thing Rakos does is resolve that with a lazy orgasm. But most days Rakos doesn’t have a skinny minstrel sprawled sideways over his lap, face pillowed on his thigh. Whenever Bell breathes too deeply, the movement pulls Rakos’s trousers teasingly over his cock.
