Alger giggled. "You look surprised at that revelation."
Ba'ith licked his lips. "I am."
"Are you just trying to let me down nicely?" Alger tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Wait. Have your beer goggles worn off and now you think I'm ugly?"
"No…fuck. No." Ba'ith stroked the elf's smooth cheeks with his thumbs. "You are too beautiful and I am not even slightly drunk. You turn me on… f**k… you make me want to climb walls."
"Prove it." Alger grinned and raised a challenging eyebrow.
Ba'ith snorted and released his face. "Ok." He grabbed Alger's hand by the wrist and pressed it against his leather clad bulge. "The c**k never lies." He winked.
Alger didn't see it though. His entire consciousness had descended into his palm and was wrapped around the elongated
