Ben snorted, not believing it for a moment. "If you take me home now," he murmured, still dancing, voice low in Jon's ear, "I'll lock the door as soon as we enter and push your jacket off your shoulders, pull open your shirt and kiss down your body as I sink to my knees in front of you. I'd have you stand, holding on to nothing but my hair as I worship you with my mouth, my tongue, nails digging into your thighs as I urge you deeper, take your pleasure as my own, all I can breath is you. "