บท 71: Chapter 71

Francis could see the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans, and reached to caress it with the back of his fingers.

Mark hissed and swayed a little.

“You’ve been good,” Francis said. “Did exactly what I asked you to do for me, didn’t you?”

Mark nodded. “Y-yes.” His hands were at his sides, fists clenching and releasing as he tried to hold still.

“You’ve been good.” Francis repeated as he pressed against Mark’s bulge more firmly. “I think you deserve a reward.”

He pulled his hand away. Mark’s eyes were a bit glazed, as if he was sinking already.

“Sweetheart, take off your clothes for me.”

Francis watched as Mark jerked into action, fumbling only a little as he unbuttoned his flannel shirt and pulled open the button fly of his jeans. He was undressed in no time, but he still put his clothes on the end of the bed, because Francis was sitting on what had become their usual clothes-dumping spot.