"Tsk, tsk," Arioch corrected, "I dance for money. I take my clothes off for fun." And to see the lust in men's faces, he didn't say so as to avoid a fit of jealousy. He grinned and captured Eric's pouty lips in a kiss.
"You don't have to, baby. They need everything that's needed to keep a city running. Lights, Eric. Running hot water. It's paradise after years of living in the stone age."
"Yeah, you certainly do that," he answered last. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, angelino." He pushed Eric back up to the luxurious nest of soft, thick pelts and pillows that covered Ari's bed. He ably divested Eric of his clothes as he went. "You make me so hard for you, baby boy."