[ Erik closes the door behind them and locks it with a wave of his hand. He turns to Temple, backing him against the wall, a sharp grin curving his lips. He trails the back of his finger down his front and hooks it in the waistband of his trousers. ]

There's a lot of ways that can be accomplished.

[ He kisses him, soft at first and then with an increasing heat, his free hand coming up to cup Temple's face. He then breaks the kiss. ]

You could suck my cock. [ He sweeps his thumb over Temple's soft lips. ] I could fuck your arse. If you think you can take it.