Rowan sat back on Wren's thigh as Wren stretched his arm through the grass for the care package Nicasi had given them earlier. He'd already freed Rowan's arousal, and it bobbed against Wren's leg in anticipation.
Wren had already proven that between the two of them, he was the winner when it came to patiently waiting for satisfaction. Right now, Rowan wasn't even going to try.
"Hurry, Wren." Rowan began to stroke himself as Wren found what he was looking for in the package. An instant later, the scent of peppermint and lavender filled the air.
Wren tsked and pulled Rowan's hands away, replacing them with his own, well-lubricated ones. "As usual, you can't resist provoking me, can you?"
