Cleo didn’t look like he had any idea what Ryan was talking about nor did Ryan think he would ever guess correctly. The things Ryan remembered from his old life about his gender and the bits between his legs weren’t always good. They tended to end with him feeling like s**t. But Cleo might understand in some way. Though Ryan couldn’t imagine Cleo turning him down while they were on the verge of f*****g—s*x was s*x after all—, he still had his doubts.
He teased the top of his pants with his fingers. Cleo looked down, lips parting with the same need that was coursing through Ryan. They both wanted this. But Cleo didn't know what he was getting himself into. Ryan held his breath, too afraid to speak the next words. It would be better if he just showed him. Then, he wouldn't just think it wa
