“I want you to pleasure me,” Luke whispered. “I want you to suck me like this, with your prick hard. I want to fuck your mouth and spend in your throat, and then—we’ll see what next.” “I’ll tell you what next.” Rufus’s eyes were on his. “You take your pleasure now, exactly as you like best, as long as you like, and then I will turn you over and take mine, as long and slow and hard as I like. Think about that, you blasted apocalypse, and be aware that when it’s my turn, I’m going to make you know my rights.”
