Warning: first person POV, language, sexual content. Flames will not be tolerated!
Knowing How
"You do WHAT?"
"You put your mouth -"
"Isn't that... gross?" He grimaced. "I mean it must not taste very good."
"Surprisingly, it does. It's kind of an acquired taste, even though the receiving end is really the better bargain."
"So why do I have to..." he hesitated again, blushing like crazy, making me want him so much more. "...give it?"
I would just have to make him understand. "Maybe a little incentive would do you some good."
"Wait! Oh, God, Bard..."
"See, now you know how good you'll make me feel when you give it to me," I said, wiping my mouth.
He shook his head, unable to speak. Until, that is, he looked across the mattress at me, set his mouth in a determined, almost grim, smile, tugged at my belt, and said, "Consider this my thanks."
"Oh, FUCK, Finn..."
