[Oh, hello. It takes a little shifting, but soon he's got enough room that he can duck down, kissing the crook of his neck.]

I mean, if you want me to fuck you in the kitchen, Bruno, all you have to do is ask.

[He scrapes his teeth pointedly, his mouth curved into a smirk.]

But I dunno if I agree. We might have to test it out. Fuck you here and then fuck you home, see which one gets you off faster.