Nothing.” John answered, looking the other man directly in the eye over the rim of the glass.
“Good. As you've no doubt already noticed, flexibility is not my strong suit. I am game for just about anything, but when I say stop, you stop. Is that understood?”
John nodded agreement. Wren didn't waste time and neither would he. He took another long draw then put the water down and leaned in for a kiss. Slow at first, testing the older man's responses. He was not disappointed. Wren pressed back into the kiss, tonguing his way pass John's teeth to explore the warm cavern of his mouth. Kara didn't kiss, neither did Mark. A shudder passed through John's body as he felt Wren's teeth nip at his lower lip. “Let's move this someplace more comfortable for both of us,” John pushed.
John stood, offering a hand down to Harold. The older man led him to a guest bedroom and bath on the main floor. “Can you give me a minute?” John asked, tipping his head towards the bathroom.
“Of course, take your time.” Harold was unbuttoning the tuxedo jacket.
John shut the door behind him before opening the comm channel. “Just checking in, the target is in hand.” He turned on the faucet.
“We heard. Any luck cracking his phone yet?”