Beck had spent a majority of the day cleaning up the house, putting things away, and then cleaning himself. He had showered, shaved and groomed himself perfectly before Jackson came home, He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his thighs splayed open in a leisurely way, nothing but thin, delicate pieces of black lingerie moving over his cock, thighs wrapped in the same, made out of garter. He heard the door opening downstairs, grinning as footsteps fell upon wood up the hall. “In here!” Beck called out, lower lip caught between his teeth as Jackson walked in. “Happy Valentines Day.” He smirked. @erasofmen








