Mason’s movements came to an abrupt halt with Lex’s words, but only for a moment. Instead, he pretended he didn’t hear his words clearly because usually insinuation like that was met with retaliation. For the moment he’d let it go because he wasn’t interested in another argument with the young man because his cock needed the attention. The words the followed, most of them, were much easier to focus on.<br/><br/>It was easy to relax, lie back, and let Lex work him over. This was his area of expertise and there was usually some complaint involved when Mason pressed him down and shoved over-enthusiastically into him. He wasn’t sure it was going to cure his foul mood long term but it did so at least momentarily. Lex slicked his cock and sank down over him slowly. The ebbing alcohol made him patient and lazy, happy to wait for Lex to increase the pace at his leisure. Just the warmth wrapped around him was enough to satisfy him for those initial moments. The contented look on his face said as much.<br/><br/>Mason’s hands settled on Lex’s hips, helping to encourage him once he picked a rhythm. He wasn’t too worried that night with Forest hardly able to get out of bed and if Wallis heard them it would be no surprise. Keyed up as he was, even with the whiskey, Mason didn’t take long. He gave little warning, nothing unusual, before bucking up into Lex’s body and ejaculating inside of him. After, he went lax, still buried inside, pulsing.<br/><br/>Mason usually wasn’t the type to be considerate of Lex’s own pleasure. He wasn’t aware that even Wallis would reach around and finish the young man off if he’d not done so himself. Not his problem, as far as he was concerned, and that was obvious by about how much attention Lex received once Mason’s own need was sated.<br/><br/>It didn’t seem as if he was going anywhere though, eyes closing as if he’d gotten comfortable.