Casually, Erik leaned against the thin partition that separated the booth from its neighbors, hooking a thumb through one of his belt loops. Travis's attention flickered for just a moment to the thick outline of his cock, semi-hard against Erik's thigh, but a moment was all Erik wanted.
"I thought your excellent taste might extend to whiskey, too," he commented, nodding toward the bottle.
Travis's well-trained pet didn't look or acknowledge Erik in any way. Travis wrapped the leash around his hand once more, but the chain remained lax. "It's a good year."
A beat passed. Erik wondered if the other man would otherwise ignore him.
Then Travis poured two fingers worth of the whiskey into the lone glass and slid it to the corner of the table.
The alcohol burned going down. Erik stole the welcome warmth and turned it into something stronger, the corner of his mouth lifting in a wry smile when he pushed the empty tumbler back.
"Care for some company? Not that you're lacking, of course." This time when he looked at the man on the floor, Erik let his gaze linger appreciatively. "He's extraordinary."
Travis ran his fingers through the pet's brown hair with unmistakable pride. Pride shone in his eyes, too, though there wasn't a hint of anything warmer. "Would you like to see just how extraordinary he is?"
It was impossible not to get even harder at the dark promise. "I would love to."
Travis tugged sharply at the chain, jerking the pet from his hands to kneel upright.
"Take me out."
His pet didn't hesitate. His long, sure fingers unfastened Travis's pants and pulled his erection from the leather confines.
"Now show our new friend here what you can do with that pretty mouth." Another sharp tug on the leash brought the pet's mouth down to Travis's cock. "Suck me down. All the way."
Though he watered at the image of the pet dropping his jaw, Erik remained motionless as the wet tip of Travis's arousal disappeared past the full lips, those same lips stretching around the long, slim shaft, the throat bulging as it swallowed the entire length. Travis brought his free hand to the back of his pet's head and rested it there, refusing him the room to pull back.
A low humming pulsed beneath the music. Erik didn't need to ask to know that it came from the man kneeling on the floor.
"He doesn't need to breathe?" he asked.
"No." The word was thick, the first sign that Travis's passive exterior was beginning to crack. "Not this one." He looked up to Erik. "For the same reason you haven't taken a single breath since walking over here."
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