"There is always room for improvement, Bittle," I tell him in my best Captain Voice, expression solemn until I can no longer hold back my smile. After a long, drawn out kiss, I slowly pull out of him because I've gone soft enough that pressure hurts. The loss of that connection makes me sigh, and I can't help but to curiously press my fingers against his hole. It's wet and open and-- oh, that's my come leaking out onto his thigh.

"That's--" My cheeks heat up, turning bright red as my eyes widen. I swallow hard and drag my wet fingertips along the crease of his thigh, embarrassed and turned on and utterly entranced. "Wow."