[Ludovico]

They made it back to the Maybach, and Galvin noted the drives slight nod in his direction. The ride over to his house was strange, normally he and Ambrosia would have been trading tongues by now but the man seemed to true to his word. He found it odd, that he had been sleeping with the same man routinely for a month, but he was no closer to finding anything about him. Yet he felt strangely honored to have gained a movie and diner, even if it was laced with sex. Once they arrived at the building he even went so far as to behaving long enough for Galvin to put his dog up and find some clothing. It wasn't until the pale hands pulled him across the backseat of the Maybach, into the warm divide between strong pale thighs that he lost his composure. His skin was assaulted by rough kisses and abrasive touches that crept under the thin fabric of his shirt. His lips stopped the kisses desperate for attention of their own. Galvins hips worked in a slow ministration with in the divide. “Do you need a drink?” He wondered gesturing to the scars along the top of his shoulder.