"I've been told, it's very appreciated. Why do you think I wore my tight trousers tonight? It's a party, I got to show it off. I was hoping I'd reel someone in." He was expecting an old pervert who was maybe a closet case he could blackmail into being his sugar daddy and less the hot heir to the Rathaway fortune but hey, results were results. Even if he got no money out of this, he was definitely pulling high tier here.

Axel paused the kiss and frowned at Hartley, unsure what on Earth he was talking about. "... Why are you thanking me? Cause the ass came from God, I know it's a gift for all but I can't take credit." Rolling his eyes, he moved down to Hartley's neck and began to kiss it gently, debating if he wanted to leave a hickey there or not. Marking a rich boy. Sounded fun.