That mouth. Those lips, wrapped around… Colin takes a firmer grip and lets familiar fantasies flow: dark brown eyes, lids half closed, watching teasingly from between his knees…
Like they are now: inches away from his face, peeking over his left shoulder.
“Damn it, Banquo!!!” Colin closes his fists over the revealing evidence and shouts at the top of his lungs. “You infernal specter, or whatever you are! Can’t I have one minute alone?”
“Love you too.” Banquo laughs, gives him a quick peck on the cheek and evaporates - annoyingly - again.
Colin zips up with a sigh. Damn that bastard.