"Likewise," Harry replies, noting the bruises on Jeff's wrists, most likely courtesy of Karl's fingers. Already, he can feel the jolt crackle through him, even though he's careful not to show it. He knows why he's here, and it wouldn't do to show his hand too early. Karl's still smiling when Harry turns to look at him, still looking freshly fucked and completely smug about it. "So?" Karl asks, cocking his head in Jeff's direction like Jeff's not even there. Harry's return nod is insouciant, a whisper above insulting, and completely calculated. "He'll do." "Oh, he will, will he?" Jeff asks, amusement rich in his voice. Dark eyes smolder in challenge. Karl sidles up to Harry as his gaze travels slowly along the long, lean lines of Jeff's body. Already, he's itching to strip Jeff bare and discover what other marks Karl's left, and how he can add to them. "Yeah," he finally replies, arm possessive around Karl's waist as he returns the challenge in Jeff's gaze and matches it. "You'll more than do." Onto Watching
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