"you are right i wouldn't have, though i must confess, i haven't a damn clue what a stepford wife is though if it involves politics i think i might have to decline and just have to keep my dirty mistress"

He rose in a snake like motion, twisting and turning so he could straddle Ambrosia. "Image a 1950's house wife completely submissive to your whims because you bring home the bacon. She cooks, she cleans, she takes care of the children you breed. A perfect domestic servant that also dulls out blow jobs."

"as it turns out," he licked his lips, "i already have one of those and she has the nicest rack too.... but i don't go to her when i have my dirty mind set on something sweet i like to go down to my favorite bar and pick up a dirty girl with a cock like a nikki sausage stuck on a potato"

Slyly he rose from the other, and grinned. He had no idea what the other was talking about but it seemed like a perfect segway into his demands. “Well, your ten minutes are up.” He walked over to the mini bar in the room. “And if you want more time it will cost you.” He said pouring the ingredients to a white Russian in a small glass. “It will cost you, dinner, a message and for you to wake up in my bed tomorrow morning.” He came back with the drink and a smirk on his lips.

"deal, but," he paused dramatically and standing, took the drink away from galvin, "you only get half up front, the rest you get after i get my part of the deal"

He pursed his lips thinking hard about which of his desires he wanted most while trying to wonder what the others game was. He took the drink of the Ambrosia's hand leaving the rim stained in rouge from his lips. He grinned. “I hope you have the place ready, because my back is killing me.” He pulled Ambrosia by the collar to his feet. "Do you think you will be ready in an hour?"

he let his brows raise as he was jerked upwards. "i think i was ready ten minutes ago. they don't need you here bossman." he grinned, "lets get the fuck up out of here now"

There was one last exception before they could leave. Galvin grabbed something shroud his bare body from the cold morning. He felt odd getting into the back of the Maybach wearing the pink frills and rose colored heels but was given no time to lament as his body was jerked onto slack covered legs and his mouth was invaded by a sweet tongue. He registered the kick that usually signaled the start of their ride and relaxed into Ambrosia's arms.

galvin's mouth and hands were as willing as always but for once there was no eel-like undulation or dextrous bit of leg movement to accommodate. he pulled away reluctantly, "i don't feel like going out. we will stop some place greasy and you will buy me something that will undoubtedly give me heartburn and a stomachache but will be worth it because i can watch you grin like an idiot while you scarf it down"

He grinned at the thought of this and kissed Ambrosia ravenously. It was perfect he was hungry for a huge slab of meat. "Are we ordering two of everything on the menu again?"

chuckling he offered an affirmation and his mouth was devoured for the effort. happily he let his hands slid up the jacket and dress so he could rub against the warm flesh of pyce's sides, he let his face fall from hungry lips and bury into a firm and yielding neck

His neck started to look like he had been attacked by an octopus. He writhed in the mans arms, licking out a long pointed heel kicking the intercom button , telling Adrian where his night time Italian spot was. He rocked with the motion of the car His head curled into the others shoulder and he let his body be tended to with soft kisses.

pyce quickly fell asleep despite his ministrations though he did not bother waking the man and let his heavy beautiful lover use him as a bed. it did not bother him until they were waiting in the parkinglot for the damn place to make twelve servings of fried ravioli and pyce had started to drool. unceremoniously the other was relocated to his own seat for the remainder of the trip

He didnt realize he had fallen asleep until his head snapped and his noise was flooded with the smell of ravioli. Blinking sheepishly he tried tdo orient himself and found he was being carried up an elevator and Adrian was holding one huge bag bulging with food. The extra pair of hands took over opening the door while Galvin was bombarded with yet another sit of sultry kisses. He was hungry for the pale flesh as well as the nice smelling food. Some where between kisses, they passed through dimly lit doorways and was tossed on the bed and crushed before his body stopped bouncing. The man met his lips one last time before feverishly pushing him over stripping him of his jacket to give him the soothing hands he had forgotten were part of the deal. He did not care so much for it now since he wanted the warm squares and his lover inside him.

he would not lie, he was being rough but it made no different with how quickly galvin began to moan under his ministrations. it did not help that to reach he was all but straddling the man and galvin was putty, as he rubbed he bent to take back up his kisses and let pyce know just how enthusiastic he was about what was to come after