Neville turned slightly just in time to see Grayson raising his hand that was covered with his white liquid. Instead of wiping it somewhere, he raised it close to his lips and licked it.
As if his wide eyes and gripping hands on him haven't conveyed enough incredulous expression. Grayson even licked it while looking at his expression, very much enjoying every single bit of it.
Seeing him hold back his breath for so long, Grayson hoarsely said, "Delicious."
Then, Grayson grabbed him fast, binding his discarded necktie around both of his wrists.
"Bas—!"
No matter how he squirmed in protest, Grayson had expertly tied it together in a knot that was firm but not painful. His bound hands were lifted and looped around Grayson's neck.
This position forced him to straddle his naked body on Grayson's lap with their chest close, their faces barely inches apart.
"Per—!"
