"Mm, more like the latter, if I had to pick," I tell him, accent thick as he pushes in closer against me. Pulling off his shirt comes next, and I toss it aside and lean back so that I can get a better look at him. Bits always blushes, and it never fails to turn me on. I'm not sure what that says about me, but I don't question it. My fingers go to the side of his neck and follow that blush down to his chest, past his dusky nipples and to the tight, compact muscles in his stomach.

"It sounds like you already have a request in mind," I say, humming and tilting my hips up a little as his clever fingers sneak into my pants. "What is it, Bits?"