“I told you to be good. You weren’t.” Korn shrugged and pulled his phone out of the pocket of the jeans he wore. He didn’t have a shirt on.
“Korn, you can’t be serious?” Knock pulled against the cuffs holding his arms above his head. He sounded positively desperate already. Korn shrugged again and pulled up a game.
Oooh, sub!Knock, now that’s just plain delicious…