Had Gary not been making out with him earlier and had Graham not looked like a slutty cat in heat, he would have probably been scared off by his evil hand tapping and potential villainous monologue, but none of that scared him off. Because as soon as he's into that door, Gary is onto him just like that. "Sweet pea. Buttercup. Sunshine. Honey. Pumpkin. Oh, darlin', no
." Apple cider is nice, but this was not going to be like that. More like a soup, really. They were about to make a big bowl of Cream of Us. Gross, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. "Graham, it ain't... it ain't nothin' like that,"
his voice is husky, deliberately low and wet, and sticking to his skin, maybe. He stands behind the younger man and placed each hand on top of his shoulders, squeezing and slightly kneading through his skin, his lips on the back of where his ears met his neck. "How do you like that, kitten?"
I guess I can't say Gary doesn't all NOT know what to do. It's just what he's seen in movies from here.