Dean cupped Jay’s backside, playing along the curve of his arse, stroking, exploring. No reaction from Jay other than his eyes flicking left and right, examining, demanding. Dean waited.
“You get off on it, don’t you? Telling me what to do. Getting me to obey you. Making me ask. You get off on it.”
Not a question Dean expected, but Jay deserved honesty. “You’re sweet, Jay. Sweet and clean, like an angel. I like to make you a little dirty.”
Jay frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Dean shrugged as much as the position allowed. “s*x takes us back to basics. You’re so closed off most of the time, not in general, but sometimes, with me. I know you…care for me.” Inadequate way to express Jay’s feelings for him. “I like seeing the evidence. When you’re pleading, there’s a struggle inside
