"Well, now that I know there's an interest, I'll be sure to call you both up to make some future plans." You bet both those sweet, sweet booty-short-wearing asses, Max is going to schedule a fuckin' threesome for them now. Hell yes.

Corbin's thumb runs over his knee and Max squirms in his lap, letting out a low little whimper. But it isn't because he's ticklish. Corbins' finger happens to be grazing by one of his lesser-known erogenous zones. He's as sensitive behind the knees as he is on his neck. And that sparks off a new set of memories for Lucas to enjoy.

These he should be familiar with because he was there. But now he's getting Max's point of view on the night where Lucas explored his body while he wore the collar. There's an overwhelming sense of safety and comfort coming off Max in waves, along with the bliss of release.

Max, meanwhile, is still squirming lightly in Corbin's lap. A whine escapes him. "Dammit. You're turning me on but I'm too relaxed to actually take it anywhere."

Max glances over at Lucas to see if he has anything to add. But the Medium is looking distant. "Hey, Lucas? You okay, bud?"