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Hank arched an eyebrow at Larry. “And what, exactly, is a half an asshole?”
“A fuckin’ mess who likes to screw with people’s heads, that’s what,” Larry drawled. “Now grow a pair and go makethat Dom feel better. You can pucker those pretty lips or, you know, whatever part you want to pucker, and shake it for Thomas.”
“Oh God.” Hank groaned and wanted to smack Larry, but the smartass would just enjoy it if he did. “Please stop talking.”
Larry narrowed his eyes at Hank. “Or, you know, I suppose I could go see if he wants to do a scene together. Looks like he might be in the moodto wallop me. Not sure if he’s up to fucking.”
“Larry, cut it out. I know what you’re trying to do.” Hank was irritated despite his desire to remain unaffected by Larry’s attempt—damn it, a successful one!—to goad him into action.
Because Hank’s body was determined to circumvent any argument his brain might have made, he was standing up and flipping Larry off before Larry could do more thancackle.
“You’re a turd,” Hank muttered, heart pounding as a mix of fear and need raced through him.
Larry gave him two thumbs up. “You love me, and you’ll love me more once you get to hook up with your crush.”
Hank didn’t dignify that statement with a response. Besides, Larry was right and he knew it.
“Go get ’em, stud,” Larry urged. “Grab your fantasy Dom by the balls. Or, you know, the otherway around. Let Thomas grab you by yours!” He wasn’t as quiet as Hank wished he’d been, which meant ofcourseLarry was loud enough to be heard by Master Thomas, who glanced their way.
