Yuri and he had been fighting lately. Over silly things, too. Blair wasn't sure why they were fighting, half the time. Had he said or done something that terrible? He didn't think he had, yet. Yuri seemed very angry at him for whatever it was.
He peaked into the office, where Yuri was sewing something. Usually Blair knew better than to disturb him when he was working, but he couldn't help it. He was horny. Even at his age, the totally not old age of 34, he often found himself wanting quickies. He thought that would go away, but it hadn't.
"Dear," he said, clearing his throat. "Yuri. Sweetie."
He peaked into the office, where Yuri was sewing something. Usually Blair knew better than to disturb him when he was working, but he couldn't help it. He was horny. Even at his age, the totally not old age of 34, he often found himself wanting quickies. He thought that would go away, but it hadn't.
"Dear," he said, clearing his throat. "Yuri. Sweetie."