he could not help the growl that rolled of his lips as pyce worked the button of his slacks for the second time. "you seem awfully eager, i didn't figure you for the fish-eating type." when he got no reply only more kisses he tugged the other from his chair and into his lap

Galvin pulled back long enough to look into the mirrored grey eyes “There is something exciting about having no expectations.” slowly he sank into the valley between Ambrosia's legs “I think its why I like you.” More of his dinner found its way on Ambrosia, and Galvin merely lapped it up all while giving slow movements to the mans pelvis.

he would have rather led but pyce was making it so hard not to simply lean back and let it happen. he quirked a grin as some of the tart sauce was smeared onto his collar for the other to lick off, he could not help but continue his whisper, "really now? i think i am more fond of your habitual refusal, you end up doing it anyway but always on your own terms....very erotic"

These compliments pleased him, and swayed him into further gyration. "Do not get my good pants dirty." He whispered taking another taste of Ambrosia while rubbing his hips against the bulge beneath the loosened fabric.

the words were low, no more than a whisper and it excited him. "you should have thought of that before, it isn't too late you know, i can wait if your 'good' pants are important"

"If you can buy the world then you can buy me some new pants." He kissed the man one last time, licking the rest of the sauce off of him. He used the wooden arms of the chair to lift himself back into his own seat. The timing seemed very lucky as the perky young girl came by to check on them.

only her angle spared her he realized, of his exposed member. leaning forward he rested an arm on the table and used the other to prop up his chin. "miss, you should bring me coffee"

The others strange posture did not go unnoticed by him and he felt lucky the waitress came when she did. It gave him a small window of time to maneuver his pants low enough that they would not get ruined. When the young lady had come and gone, closing the door at his request, Galvin picked up a french fry feeding it to Ambrosia once he was back into his usual position. His body had grown accustomed to the spontaneous activity over the past few weeks and easily shifted for their inconspicuous movements. Galvin melted like the hot greasy food, twisting slightly so he could capture Ambrosias mouth as well.

he was offered no time to drink as pyce quickly sought to quench his other thirst and occupy his mouth with a drug that was just as invigorating as any caffeine fix

Not as exciting as the club, but still more fun then the Maybach. Easily, Galvin worked his hips until Ambrosia over flowed inside him. He realized as the strong arms clasped around his torso, that his pants were still ruined. "Now finish feeding me." He commanded. When the rest of his dinner was presented to him fork between two fingers he gracefully nibbled it down.

pleased he obeyed the command and fed pyce each morsel by hand until he saw the blurry shape of their waitress coming their way quickly he let off his feeding and stole the man's lips to keep him from seeing anything and deepening the kiss did not let go until he heard the door open and a small sound of surprise issue from feminine lips. drawing back from the other he leaned over so he could look at the shell-shocked woman. "how would you like to make a hundred dollars? close the door and don't come back for about fifteen more minutes." he watched as her face tightened in the way of the poor when offered more than what their morals were worth and she offed a nod before backing away and closing the door. when the waitress was gone he laughed though he could tell pyce was no longer into it and letting go leaned back in the seat. "well that was fun while it lasted"

The tongue was a welcome reprieve from the greasy food until he heard the small gasp and the conversation that went on around him. His natural stoic face shrouded most of his emotions but his body language gave it away everything. “You fucking bastard.” His voice resonated with a growl. “You knew.” There was no inclination of the deep well of shame that resided with in him. He realized with a little color rising on his cheeks that he too had been bought like the young lady. Though the price was much different. “Don't laugh, she could have been that brat or some one else.” Galvin tugged at the arm around his waist pushing himself up.

he only laughed harder at the reprieve though he let pyce go. "yes i knew though what difference would have made to tell you? a half naked mad searching for pants or a half naked man being frenched? at least with the latter i got some enjoyment too, besides if it had been a child i would have pushed you off. they may be vile but i am not as bad as you make me out to be" he grinned. "i would like to name you"

His fingers curled into his palm and he punched the other. He said nothing else he fixed himself before going back to his seat. “It had better be a good name... Dick/”

the pain in his collar only made it funnier. "you are my quick-witted slutty little nell now. pretty of face and quick to turn when things do not go her way, will you poison me next or sing sweetly?"

Understanding the other was beyond him. He growled and said nothing more. When the waitress came back he took the rest of their food in a Styrofoam container. For his own guilt he left a generous tip that was well over 15%. As they road in the Maybach to their next destination he noticed the other was strangely silent. He leaned over the seat inspecting the man. The other resembled a freckled face statue as he slumbered. At the end of the twenty minute ride, Galvin slipped out of the car, taking his dog with him.