“I do try to be a little discreet,” I assure him, smiling at his reaction to the slap. There’s a faint pink smudge on his pale skin and I drag my tongue over it, then blow cool air to soothe the burn. “I am somewhat respectable.”

As I slowly get to my feet, I tear open the lube and get half it it on my fingers, leaning against his back and reaching between his legs to press my slick middle finger into him all at once.

“It’s okay, pesca,” I assure him, moving my finger in and out of him a few times before pressing in with two, humming as I feel him relax enough to let me in. My chin hooks over his shoulder as I finger him, the sound of it almost obscene in the quiet shop. I kiss his neck, nose behind his ear like we have all the time in the world. “You trust me to take care of you, don’t you?”