"No," Roman's temporarily distracted by that grin, that stupid mouth on John's stupid face. How good it looks like this, not on the barge but in a corner office with a view.

"I asked Norton and him to fuck and I watched," he explains. His voice is as casual as he can make it, which isn't very when his lips are half-parted and his voice is gravely with excitement, palming John's cock for a few brief squeezes before he finally dips his fingers behind the waistband.

"Angelo's sin? Envy. Slept with Neal, once. Astarion, sort of. Thought of you every time."