Sedimus watched his arch his hips up and resisted the urge to lick his lips. Fuck that was hot. He couldn't help but imagine those hips arching for an entirely different reason. Oh how he'd love to see those hips free of their clothe prison, preferably rising above silken sheets tangled up beneath them. Fuck that was a good mental image he'd have to stow away for later.
He read the name tag presented to him and smiled. Mack was a good name. He could imagine himself panting it into the smaller male's ear as he...he shook himself mentally from the thought and looked up into Mack's eyes.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mack."
Gods it wasn't fair how hot this guy was. And so small too, he could probably man handle him so easily. He'd probably have to pick him up just to kiss him. That idea sent a thrill through him. It wasn't often he found a man so much smaller than himself. He was admittedly tall, but even average size wasn't too much shorter than him. This guy was small and so lean. Fuck.
"The sandwich any good?"
(Sed-8)