Rough In

Wren Solano hired Ibarra and Brennan to open the walls of her half-gutted warehouse loft and finish the rough-in before the drywall hid everything. She did not hire them to stay after the sandwiches, or to look at her like the outlet heights were the least interesting thing in the room.Rafael is broad, steady, and impossible to rush. Ellis is leaner, filthier-mouthed, and done pretending he has not been hard since she said bed wall. The freight door stays propped for a delivery that already came. The landing is not private. Mrs. Pell has a kettle and opinions. Wren says what she wants in a clear voice anyway: both of them, a stop word that works, and the kind of breeding talk that stays talk until she asks them to make it filthy and specific.What follows is a continuous adult MMF story on the plywood island, against the open studs, and on a too-small air mattress. Mouths, cocks, oil, a near-miss on the stair, and two men who finish what they start. She is not locked in. She keeps them because she wants the pencil marks, the coffee, and the stretch.