"Hey Sisky, come here," Butcher said softly so he obliged with a smile.
"What is it Butcher?" he asked in the cutest voice he could muster and crawled into the older man's lap, wrapping his legs around Butcher's hips. He needed to pull them closer. He needed the touch, the friction. The milimiters of cloth seperating them were as wide as continents.
"Sisky," Butcher repeated and pulled Sisky off of him, pressing the smaller man to the thick, soft carpet and taking off his clothing slowly and tenderly. To his surprise, Sisky loved it and copied Butcher's loving gestures, taking his lover's pants off slowly since it was all he had to remove.
"The lube's in your pants from yesterday," Sisky beamed up at him, knowing what it was he was about to ask.
"Oh," Butcher smiled back and went to get said pants to retrieve it.