"Oh, detail," Lee repeats, moving around to the same side of the counter as Connor, rolling his wine in his glass. "I can do detail," he says, taking a sip of his drink and then setting the glass on the countertop.

"So, when you were standing at the bar showing me your arms," he says, turning to brush his fingers down along Connor's tricep, "I was thinking how much I'd like to suck your dick." He breathes in through his nose, admiring Connor's smell again. "Are you okay with that?"