The older man's predatory gaze lingers, taking in every movement Fritz makes. He finishes up at the counter and saunters over to a nearby table, purposefully positioning himself so that he has a clear view of the young man in the booth. As he sits down, he grins lasciviously, enjoying the flush of color that spreads across Fritz's cheeks.

"Looks like you could use some company," he says, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "

"Oh come now, don't be shy,"

the man coaxes, sliding into the booth across from Fritz without waiting for an invitation.

"I'm just trying to be friendly."

He leans forward, openly ogling the way Fritz squirms in arousal. His eyes gleam with malice.

"I couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable you look. Is everything alright?"

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Ahhh~ Jack hums appreciatively at the thought of all that knowledge and skill resting in such an attractive package before him. "That sounds... intense." He lets out a soft chuckle, eyes fluttering shut briefly as he imagines what else Fritz could do with those dexterous fingers.

"I'm sure you must have your hands full already, huh?" Jack leans in even closer now, his breath tickling Fritz's earlobe. "Maybe I could help lighten the load a little..."

Jack quirks an eyebrow at Fritz's stuttering reply. "Oh really?" he teases, leaning back again with a sly grin. "And here I thought you were just being polite when you said we could work together..."

He pauses for dramatic effect before adding in a husky whisper, "But what if I told you that I think we could be... better suited to other things?" He gently trails his fingertip up and down Fritz's wrist again.

"

William laughs softly, the sound sending shivers down Fritz's spine. "Yes," he says, his voice taking on a husky quality, "but I think we can be discreet." He leans forward even further, until their lips are almost touching. "Would you like to explore that?"

The older gentleman's hand slides up and down Fritz's thigh, teasingly brushing against his growing arousal.

William's eyes glint with lust as he nods, his hand moving even higher up Fritz's leg, brushing against the fabric of his pants before cupping his groin. "Yes," he whispers hoarsely, "I want you hidden away where only I can see and touch you." His other hand finds its way to Fritz's neck, gently guiding him down until their lips meet in a hungry kiss.

As they kiss, William's tongue slips past Fritz's lips, dancing with his own.