Bash pulls Keith's chair out and sits on his lap--facing him, straddling his legs. Surprise, Keith, lapful of lanky Dominant. At least he's not too heavy.

"Virginity's a weird fucking concept anyway. But yeah, I think a contract would be pretty simple. Like. Not in the contract, but I'd wanna know if you're staying out late so I know if I oughta wait up. Or if anything's going on you need help with."