"Walker?" Seemed like it was his surname or a fake name, but on the one hand it wasn't as if he owed him his real name and on the other, he was named Hartley, so what room did he have to talk? Hartley let his fingers train the waistline of Axel's pants, until his palm finally brushed against the perfection that was his ass. "May I just say that you've the hottest ass I've ever seen, including in my fantasies?"

That was the kind of small talk he could get used to, especially as he intercepted it with yet another kiss. He liked how it felt when Axel bit his lip, liked it a lot, so he tried to do the same, ever so careful about it. "Thank you."