"There we are," said Simon proudly. "Such a talented soul you are."
He nipped at the skin of Roger's shoulder and in along his collarbone; one hand ran over Roger's back before settling to cup his arse, fingers gently teasing down the cleft as his other hand lightly stroked his cock.
"And now - all this talent in a pretty little package all tied up with string - what shall we do with you, darling?"