Fics like uneven workload

“I can smell you, you know,” Jude says, pointing out the obvious hint of arousal in Erling’s scent. Erling hums in response, seemingly almost unbothered. “Yeah, I know.” Jude glances over at him, but Erling’s still looking at the TV, watching whatever it was that they put on. Jude can’t remember right now, his mind a little busy processing their scents. He sees movement and his gaze dips, Erling’s got his hand over his crotch, fingers moving over the noticeable bulge in his shorts. “Can see you too,” he adds, licking his lips. While it doesn’t answer whether he’s projecting his scent on purpose or not, his actions are definitely not unintentional. Erling looks at him, a lazily smile on his face as he shrugs. His scent gets stronger as Jude looks down at his hand again, and Jude feels his own dick throb, heat rushing south. “You like what you see?” (or, Five (5) times that Erling does all the work and one (1) when Jude does.)