Luke Tavery glanced down at himself and noticed the crumbs left by his baguette. He waved his hand, using his genie magic to make them disappear. Such magic wasn’t necessary, but he’d caught his husband’s attention, and that was what he’d wanted.
Mark mock-scowled at him over his own baguette. The dragon’s Gulf-of-Mexico blue eyes didn’t flash to predatory yellow-green, and that was how Luke knew the scowl was in jest. “Don’t do that,” Mark admonished in a whisper. “You’ll set a bad example for Zia.”
Their six-year-old daughter seemed oblivious to the conversation. “After lunch, we’ll go to Japan Land,” she announced. “Then to Nemo and Friends. Then to Mixico.”
“Mexico,” Mark corrected, smiling.
Luke’s gaze dropped from his lover’s happy expression to the maroon-with-white-stripes shorts his husband wore. Luke’s favorites. Because Mark had three pairs and wore them almost all the time. While running, especially. And their fabric was tight enough to cut Mark’s taut ass and, when the dragon was sitting in human guise, as now, to faintly outline the shape of his large balls.
“Butterfy!” Zia pointed. And knocked her bottle of water over. Water doused Mark’s crotch.
Luke snickered as Mark gave an unmanly shriek of surprise. Then he grinned when his husband assured Zia all was well and offered her his bottle. Zia, still entranced by the butterflies—there were three of them fluttering near some bushes bordering the patio on which the three Taverys sat—didn’t seem to notice anything else.
Luke allowed his gaze to drop to the soaked crotch of Mark’s shorts. Last time I saw him like that, it was because I managed to make him come while wearing them.
That had been in a little park on the outskirts of Tampa. Early morning sunlight had been peeping through the trees, and the two of them had been there for Mark’s birthday. Luke had taken advantage of the early hour to worship Mark’s cock—through the fabric. Mark had worn the sticky boxers and obviously soiled shorts all day, although he’d gone swimming in them, and the wetness of orgasm had been lost in the Gulf’s greater wet.
I want him.
Luke rubbed his crotch. Once. He’d have to find a bathroom to masturbate in before the day was out. Watching Mark do anything more rambunctious than sit at his desk and type always made Luke hard.
Maybe I can persuade Mark to take Zia on one of the rides, and while they’re busy…
There was no way he’d be able to wait until tonight to relieve some of the pressure.