"Psst. Come here, baby. We have some time before the rest of the boys get here," whispered Raider as his hand squeezed Priest's bulge in his pants while pulling Priest's hand towards his own throbbing erect member under the table.
"I'm on the phone, baby...So, yeah. Just warm the bottle up for under a minute and DON'T microwave it. You don't know if radiation is gonna be cancer-causing in the future so just don't take that chance...Uh. Huh...Hold on, Tapu...Maliu? Honey? Could you not, please?... Ahem. Okay. So, after you have...you know what, Tapu? You might set the house on fire because enlisting Diana is not my idea of you helping me, son. Where's Taryn? What Elvish swap meet? Oh....-sigh-...Just take Tau over to Marche in THAT case and have her feed him old school style. What do you mean, how, kid?... Ay, carajo! JUST POP HIS MOUTH ONTO HER TITTY! JESUS!"
Raider was chuckling amusingly and decided to calm Priest in the only way that would relax him at the moment.
He slid underneath the booth table and with a sudden unzip, went to town between Priest's legs.
As soon as Priest got off the phone, he leaned back with an aroused grin on his face and enjoyed Raider's mouth pleasuring him in ways that only he knew how quite skillfully.
"Let's head on over to the VIP room for little one-on-one time. Daddy is jonesing to bone right now. You got me started so now we're gonna finish it, baby," murmured Priest as he lightly tapped Raider's cheeks underneath the table.
"Shit. I thought you'd never ask. My dick is aching something awful. I think I just got a stress boner from all of this crap going on," grinned Raider as he peeked above the table at Priest's amused face.
"I love you, you perverted Tagaloa fuck machine," whispered Priest jokingly.
"You ain't so bad yourself my sexy ass salty Nether husband of mine," winked Raider before he slid back out of the booth.
He then grabbed Priest's hand and led him towards the private VIP room to have a quick romp before the rest of the team arrived.
Fifteen minutes later, Diablo and Jojo vortexed in and within seconds, Loto and Saint blinked in as well.
They soon ordered their drinks and sat down while looking around for Priest and Raider.
In a dark corner booth, they all chuckled humorously and made their way over to the booth.
"Brothers! It's been quite a while since we last saw each other. How it seems like only yesterday your brethren were using my Realm as a temporary shelter. How I do miss the messes your people made while you were up there..." winked Thor.
"...In other words, your group of misfits won't be invited back anytime soon," grinned Malosi.
"Oy, vey. They even speak in sync, how lame...Oh, well, you oafs! Would anyone care to join me for some Elvish Sticks? We can work our way up to the real thing. How does that sound, boys? Cheers?" chuckled Loki as he lifted his beer in the air.
"Loki, my dear cousin. Now, you're speaking our language, homie!" laughed Loto as the group all shook hands with each other.
As they sat down to wait for Raider and Priest, the group was engaged in small conversation.
Within a few more minutes, Raider and Priest walked out of the VIP room hand in hand.
"Oh, you are a sight for sore eyes, Your HIghnesses! I'm betting it wouldn't be all that's sore right now, am I right?" winked Loki.
"Loki. Angel. Thor. I'm pleased to see you all in good spirits. And my dear brother? Your British is still impeccable as always...Truly superb. One might assume you were raised there, don't you agree flesh of my flesh?... Oh, go on with you, you bloody wanker!" joked Raider in a very convincing British accent.
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BOOK FIVE Gods of Desterrados & The Vengeance of Tunui Realm
Action"Fuck this! Call up Francis to break those two up before they cause irreparable damage to each other," muttered Priest. Loto then checked the motion feed and grinned amusingly. "Aw. No need. It's almost like they heard you guys. They're actually in...
