" Tom smiled, then reached down and unzipped Prophet’s jeans the rest of the way. Then he pushed them off Prophet’s hips while Prophet willed himself not to come. “Step out of them,” Tom ordered, and Prophet did, kicking them to the side. Tom appraised him in a most appreciative way that Prophet swore made his entire body blush. “Turn around, Proph—hands on the cushions.” Prophet swallowed. Okay, nearly swallowed his own tongue too, but managed, “Even if Cillian was watching, you know he turned the camera off on his end the second you told me to strip.” Tom growled, low in his throat. “Yeah. And that was two seconds too long.” “You’re going to make this couch suffer, aren’t you?” Tommy smiled. “Definitely.” “But me first.” “Yeah, Proph, you’re always first.” Prophet "

― S.E. Jakes , Not Fade Away (Hell or High Water, #3.5)