[(affectionately) Don't make him put a pillow over your head for such a stupid joke.]
I changed my mind. [His voice is still breathy, mind working slowly through the shroud of sleepiness — but the first touch of Cy's hand between their bodies is a hot, shivering little jolt, bucking his hips into the squeeze of that hand to feel friction drag.] I want you to fuck my thighs. Can you do that while I'm on top of you?
[He doesn't have to ride Cy, he's just come to learn that it's one of his favorite positions.]
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[(affectionately) Don't make him put a pillow over your head for such a stupid joke.]
I changed my mind. [His voice is still breathy, mind working slowly through the shroud of sleepiness — but the first touch of Cy's hand between their bodies is a hot, shivering little jolt, bucking his hips into the squeeze of that hand to feel friction drag.] I want you to fuck my thighs. Can you do that while I'm on top of you?
[He doesn't have to ride Cy, he's just come to learn that it's one of his favorite positions.]