grand_cntrl_stt Greg/James NWS, kids. Just so you know.
[Continued from here, Sophie joins the boys for dinner and Greg resists kitchen duty. Sophie's gone home, and the boys are alone. In the kitchen]
"Good thing," Greg quipped, and jutted his hips, pressing himself against James rather suggestively. He wouldn't suggest that he expected a reward for his kitchen duties, although that might have been inferred in the flickering of his eyes toward the clean dishes. HIs hands were slightly wrinkled from the eexposure to water, but that didn't stop him from caressing James' face.
"Been a long time since I did anything sinful in the kitchen."
"Good thing," Greg quipped, and jutted his hips, pressing himself against James rather suggestively. He wouldn't suggest that he expected a reward for his kitchen duties, although that might have been inferred in the flickering of his eyes toward the clean dishes. HIs hands were slightly wrinkled from the eexposure to water, but that didn't stop him from caressing James' face.
"Been a long time since I did anything sinful in the kitchen."