bob smiled innocently, dark brown eyes wet and puppy-like.
“maybe i..i could…” he stuttered, clearly fake to play up the role as he sunk to his knees, dirt be damned, running his wet tongue against the tented fabric, not breaking eye contact as he did it
“i could always…”
he reaches down, hand wrapping around the bulge in frank’s trousers, his hand moving up and down against it, stroking him.
“but this wouldn’t be enough, would it?”