Page 91 of It's Complicated

“Probably for the best.” I kissed his hair, then his forehead when he rested his cheek on my pec again.

“Am I too heavy?”

“Nope. I like you up there.”

“I know we haven’t really talked about it, but would you want me to fuck you?”

“I just rode your fingers until I came so hard I almost blacked out. And I bought a plug and have been practicing with it,” I said teasingly. “What do you think?”

“I didn’t want to assume anything. Fingers and plugs are different from a dick.”

“I know, and I appreciate that. But just so there’s no confusion, yes. I’ve been thinking about it.” I paused. “Have you thought about it?”

“Bottoming for you?”

“Well, yeah, but I meant fucking me.”

“All the time.” He rubbed his lips against my pec. “Both ways.”

My cock stirred at that thought. I hadn’t been sure where Isaac stood on getting fucked. I wanted to try both ways, and it gave me a little thrill to know that he did too.

“Nowmydick is demanding a second O,” I said.

“Are you going to listen to him?”

“Not tonight. I’m enjoying this part too much to bother.”

“Yeah.” He let out a contented sigh. “You’re comfy.”

“You are too.”

We lapsed into silence, enjoying the last of the afterglow.

“We should probably get up,” Isaac said reluctantly a few minutes later. “Before we get stuck together.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. The cum between us was starting to dry and get uncomfortable. “And we need to shower.”

“We do. And we should do that together.”

“We should?” I couldn’t keep the happiness out of my voice. I hadn’t wanted to ask because I’d worried it would seem clingy.

“Oh yeah. In fact, I think we should take all of our showers together.” He put his chin on my chest, a mischievous grin on his lips. “Think about all the water we’ll save. We could literally save the planet just by getting naked and wet together every day.”

“How can we say no to saving the planet?”

“We can’t. Not without being terrible people.” He shrugged. “I don’t make the rules. I just enforce them.”

“Or bend them.”

“Or that.” He dropped a kiss on my chest. “Okay. We should get up and get clean.”

“We should,” I agreed.

“On three,” he said. “One, two, three.”

Neither of us moved.

“You were supposed to get up,” he chided.

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