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Smirking as Nathaniel's hand slid over Saiden's own, he stroked a thumb across the other man's knuckles. "I'm plenty skilled, yes." The cook's voice was suggestive, and he winked lazily, hopefully not needing to elaborate what skills he spoke of. "I like you too. I must confess, I'm curious to know what it usually costs." Arching an eyebrow, he let out a little laugh.
"Mmm. Pity. I was hoping I could have some of it." Sliding his fingers of his free hand up and down the bottle tantalizingly, he grinned wickedly. "Well, you can certainly find both here." Whether here was Torchline, Apopo, or with the Hali was left deliberately ambiguous.
Chuckling, he leaned closer and dropped his voice to a seductive whisper. "He might be convinced to squeeze you in." As Nathaniel's leg slid between Saiden's, he trailed his hand down the other man's arm. As Nathaniel's lips brushed the cook's ear, he closed his eyes. "And what would you do with a willing, warm, half-clothed body?" Now it was the Hali's turn to step closer, bridging the gap between them and pressing their bodies together.
"Mmm. Pity. I was hoping I could have some of it." Sliding his fingers of his free hand up and down the bottle tantalizingly, he grinned wickedly. "Well, you can certainly find both here." Whether here was Torchline, Apopo, or with the Hali was left deliberately ambiguous.
Chuckling, he leaned closer and dropped his voice to a seductive whisper. "He might be convinced to squeeze you in." As Nathaniel's leg slid between Saiden's, he trailed his hand down the other man's arm. As Nathaniel's lips brushed the cook's ear, he closed his eyes. "And what would you do with a willing, warm, half-clothed body?" Now it was the Hali's turn to step closer, bridging the gap between them and pressing their bodies together.
