[SO APPARENTLY I CAN ONLY WRITE WHEN I’M SEVERELY SLEEP-DEPRIVED. AND WHEN I DO, IT’S SHITTY SCACKSON SHOWER PORN.]
“It’s to conserve water,” Scott insists between kisses and nips and licks, but they both know it’s a filthy, filthy lie, almost as filthy as the way Jackson gasps in his mouth as he ruts against his thigh. His cock—stiff, pink, and gorgeous—slides up his skin easily and Scott is quick to return the favor, gripping sharp hips and thrusting his hips. “You know,” he continues, breathless, “To save on the water bills.”
That’s it, I’m retiring. That’s all.