“Of course you would. I do like you.” He looped a leg around Jer’s waist, or tried to; he was short, and Jer was tall, and Jer also made a low happy rumbling sound and pushed him more flat on the tiny bed and pinned his wrist with a big hand, and Talis’s entire brain went white and sparkly for a moment. “Yes, please.”
“Ah,” Jer said, “good,” and ran the other hand over him, chest and waist and thigh and then over to, thank everything, Talis’s c**k, which was pressing urgently against his trousers. “You like this? Me taking charge, a bit?”
“I like that, yes.” He added, watching Jer’s face, “I can switch things up if you want—I told you I’m not picky—but if you’re asking because you like this, then yes, I’m very much in favor.”
“I do,” Jer said, a little hesitantly. “I mean—I don’t want t
