"Oh, a business proposal then?" He asked with a wicked little grin as his hands slid down to tug Alexander's shirt free of his trousers. "Though I'll have you know I'm not in the habit of dating anyone so old as to be arthritic," Morgan said as he slid his hands beneath the fabric of his shirt and stroke slender fingers up the bare skin of his chest. "They wouldn't survive being with me."
Hands sliding back down to curl against his belt, his thumbs rubbed idly against the hard ridge hidden beneath the fabric. Wriggling back against Alexander's hands, he licked his lips before asking, "Just what is this proposal?"