𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

（ he lets their fingers thread together, and cy pulls his hand free from between his legs for a brief moment, only to push back in with three fingers in a slow, aching inward drag, intended to keep him prised open. ）

Then, when you give me an heir — I'll make it reality.

（ he kisses at his throat. then: ）

Tell me about it. Those long, empty nights that saw you pleasure yourself thinking of me. I want to hear you speak of it.