It didn't matter so much that Ripley was getting distracted from his quest to get Graham's pants off, the sheriff was more focused on what he could do to the man on top of him right now anyway.

"So this is how to get you to use less words."

Worth to remember in the future, possibly, even if it wasn't the most practical method when in public.

He kept moving his hand, slow even strokes, twisting his wrist a little every now and again. This was an unexpected rush, more exhilirating than any experience of this kind he could remember having. Again something to perhaps examine closer later.

For now he just let his free hand wander over Ripley's chest, enjoying the difference in texture between smooth skin and coarser hair. How had he ever managed to fail to notice how attractive this guy was?