Rafael chuckled softly at Marco's choice of words.
'Not make him moan? Could he be any more explicit?' Rafael thought, glancing at Marco. 'All this fuss just for someone who wants me to massage his dick."
With a teasing grin, Rafael responded, "Don, you should know that none of those other approaches will help with massaging your brother below."
Marco's expression shifted at Rafael's words, and for a moment, memories of the previous night flashed in his mind.
"Oh…I'm sorry about last night. I must have been out of my mind," Marco admitted, his tone laced with regret. "You have to understand, when I'm stimulated, I'm more like a beast. I was hard and needed relief, and you were... the most convenient option."
"Yeah... my mouth was," Rafael shot back, attempting to elicit a reaction from Marco, though he hadn't anticipated such a blunt explanation.
