"Neither do I. I admire Marcus' business and respect him for it, but the club isn't my cup of tea. I much prefer one on one situations like this," Jake said. He brushed his lips over Regulus' mouth teasingly after, and then pulled away.
He inhaled as he felt the sharpness of Regulus' teeth and the warm, suck of the man's mouth on his finger. Jake gritted his teeth, trying to push out the thought of what that would feel like elsewhere.
Thankfully, his stomach growled.
"I think we would be silly to put all this lovely food and drink to waste by rolling around on the ground, don't you think? Not that I'm not enjoying it, but if I don't eat I tend to get cranky," Jake mused.