[ There's something sharp ready and waiting on the end of Tyler's tongue. Something defensive and designed to lash out because that's what he knows when it comes to older people and what they think they're in charge of.
But it isn't just his irritation that's making itself readily available for this moment. Now sitting on the big man's lap, he's found himself with the remaining problem of arousal that won't go away. Somehow it's compounded by the scent of the other man's sun baked skin, the haze of booze that's hanging in the air on an exhale.
Tyler can't help but squirm nakedly on the man's lap, not trying to get off of him, exactly, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't trying to get off. If his hips grind down a little harder than they probably should to seek some kind of friction, he's apparently not feeling embarrassed about that. ]
Whatever, you're getting between me and some time with myself.
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But it isn't just his irritation that's making itself readily available for this moment. Now sitting on the big man's lap, he's found himself with the remaining problem of arousal that won't go away. Somehow it's compounded by the scent of the other man's sun baked skin, the haze of booze that's hanging in the air on an exhale.
Tyler can't help but squirm nakedly on the man's lap, not trying to get off of him, exactly, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't trying to get off. If his hips grind down a little harder than they probably should to seek some kind of friction, he's apparently not feeling embarrassed about that. ]
Whatever, you're getting between me and some time with myself.