That. That is the kind of talk that makes him worry about this whole bloody arrangement. They're both old and slutty enough to be skilled, why does Kyle have to bring it up? There's something more to what he's saying, and Toby does not want to deal with that tonight when they're here just to get their quota dealt with. Or part of it, in his case.

"You want more, you can ask me again sometime when this isn't assigned to us by the city." There's no guarantee he'll say yes, but better to put the idea that this is anything more than a city-forced booty call feels like the right move here. "The sooner we're done, the sooner we can both get to drinking to laugh off this whole silly incident, yeah?"

Not his smoothest chat up, but he's already got Kyle on the hook, so it'll do.

"I'm plenty capable of topping without attachments." Why do you keep saying things that sound like you're trying to make this a thing, Kyle? Really, it's fine. Toby hops to his feet and sheds his jeans and boxers, kicking them aside and gesturing to the end of the couch before he finds the bottle of lube he's stashed into a nearby end table. "Throw yourself down. I'll at least give you a kiss before I fuck you over the side of the couch."