Ravage had been aching all day since Gale had left him on the edge before leaving for work that morning. He'd been left with nothing but a rule to "be patient," but Gods, he was nearly shaking with need. Waiting for Gale was getting increasingly difficult as the day went on and his erection slowly became uncomfortably tense. The only position he could find that solved his problem was with his arse sticking up in air, back arched like a cat in heat.

Gale had quite the busy day, enough to forget, even during his lunch breaks, about the state of his husband back home. So, when he got home to find the Ravage wasn't there to greet him like always, worry washed over him. The groan of discomfort he heard from the bedroom only seemed to confirm his suspicions. When he finally got there, expecting to see Ravage, tossing and turning and under the weather, he instead found the man quivering with need, precome that had compounded all day pooling at his tip, dripping. Luckily for Ravage, Gale was not difficult to excite.

Jacob im thinking about them more than I should be what have you done 😓