Miles held his gaze, and the almost barked command was enough to make him groan. His hand squeezed Higgs' cock just at the very thought of it, and he let a hand fall to Higgs' hip as he slid down his toned abs. Faced with Higgs' cock, Miles licked his lips, his eyes closing as he licked the head.
His other hand reached down to his own cock, squeezing it to relieve his own ache, even as he let his lips play over the head of Higgs' cock. He tasted the bitterness on his tongue, as he closed his eyes and let his lips wrap softly over the head, a moan escaping his lips.
He felt a hand brush over his head as he slowly increased the pressure, his tongue doing that thing to Higgs he knew drove himself wild. He felt a throbbing in his shoulder - that feeling he got in his bonding mark. It was an... irritation, and it took him a moment to realise that it was Daphne's emotions, and her feelings.
Fuck, she was going to know about this, and he tried to stop, but as he let his lips slide further down Higgs' cock, he turned, and stopped, only to see his wife standing there, watching them.