his hips slow at his phone’s demand where it gyrates against the end table only a foot or so away. he doesn’t spare a thought to the girl beneath him before he’s whipping out a hand to answer, pinning the device between a flushed cheek and the rounded, sweat beaded curve of his shoulder. “hello?” mason chimes, pointedly ignoring the aggravated huffs of his most recent conquest who demands his attention with every peevish roll of her ass against the frame of his hips. “i mean, i could, but i’m sort of in the middle of someone right now. does it have to be right this second?” he’s on his haunches as he waits for a reply, nose wrinkling when the femme finally gives into the temptation to collect her haphazardly strewn clothing and make her way toward the door. she pauses, palm folded over the handle like she’s waiting for him to give chase, but he only lifts a hand in response, wiggling fingers gesturing the go ahead to leave. “jesus, alright, i’ll be over in a little bit. ‘kay, seeya then. bye.” the door slams as soon as it opens, and he’s supplying a heavily sarcastic “good night to you too, rom,” before he’s on his feet and tugging discarded boxers back over his thighs.
