[With an absent-minded nod, his gaze tracks the movement of Cy's hand until it slips between the squeeze of thighs — that rub at his clit reigniting sore nerves, earning a soft exhale of a whine. He reaches to bracelet Cy's wrist with the slender fingers of his own hand, but he doesn't try to steer it away, just holds on.]
Are you really this insatiable?
[There's no heart in the protest, easily handled further up the bed to bare his breasts to Cy's waiting mouth — nipples still pink and pebbled from the cooler air of the room. He shivers at the exposure and curves his body in toward Cy's warmth. Legs split apart, revealing the messy efforts of their previous lovemaking, the shine of come smeared across pale inner thighs, dark curls low on his belly a little wet too. In the aftermath, urgency has dulled to a simmer and everything feels slower, more deliberate, more intimate. He becomes hyper-aware of his female body in a new way.]
... I don't know if my answer to that is going to be interesting. When I think of what I want you to do to me, it's not — creative or new. [Self-consciously he turns his head, cheek pressed down.] I know we mostly share this room together now. That's what I want, but, [teeth pinch the inside of his cheek] I've imagined myself in my own room, and you... coming in when I don't expect it. Surprising me.
[Cy would ask him, How? So he tries, even if it makes him want to put his head under a pillow.]
Overwhelming me. Like that first time we were together and you held me down so I couldn't move. You'd have to make sure no one could hear me, and maybe you'd tie me up. Then you could take your time.
from breeding to cnc i guess
Are you really this insatiable?
[There's no heart in the protest, easily handled further up the bed to bare his breasts to Cy's waiting mouth — nipples still pink and pebbled from the cooler air of the room. He shivers at the exposure and curves his body in toward Cy's warmth. Legs split apart, revealing the messy efforts of their previous lovemaking, the shine of come smeared across pale inner thighs, dark curls low on his belly a little wet too. In the aftermath, urgency has dulled to a simmer and everything feels slower, more deliberate, more intimate. He becomes hyper-aware of his female body in a new way.]
... I don't know if my answer to that is going to be interesting. When I think of what I want you to do to me, it's not — creative or new. [Self-consciously he turns his head, cheek pressed down.] I know we mostly share this room together now. That's what I want, but, [teeth pinch the inside of his cheek] I've imagined myself in my own room, and you... coming in when I don't expect it. Surprising me.
[Cy would ask him, How? So he tries, even if it makes him want to put his head under a pillow.]
Overwhelming me. Like that first time we were together and you held me down so I couldn't move. You'd have to make sure no one could hear me, and maybe you'd tie me up. Then you could take your time.