“I’ll miss the opening speeches.”
Apolo nipped Harlan’s lower lip. “As long as we don’t miss the cake.”
“I’d never let my husband go without cake,” Harlan vowed as Apolo ran a firm hand over his erection.
“Good boy,” Apolo purred, pushing Harlan across the stall. Harlan’s shoulders thumped against the opposite partition, and the man urinating in the next stall splashed and snapped, “Hey!”
Harlan leaned his head back and laughed.
“Do you ever shut up?” Apolo chuckled and bit Harlan’s neck.
“Excuse you, I was silent for the thirty seconds when you were screaming my name.”
“I was merely assessing your performance. For our audience.”
“They were all impressed. Now shut up and jerk me off, brat.”
The man in the next stall stomped out, muttering.
“Dirty bastard didn’t even wash his hand
