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“Ash,” Thayer asked, pulling me out of the floaty place my head was happy to be back in. “You with me or gone already?”

“Going,” I mumbled, smiling and resting my head back on his shoulder.

His hands were all over my stomach and sides, and his body was slippery against my back, but it was all soft, and I loved it. I could actually feel every ounce of irritation and anger just seeping right out of me.

“Okay,” he chuckled lowly, kissing the side of my head slowly. “I want to ask you something, but I need you to actually answer–not loopy-Ash.”

“Present,” I hummed, barely coming out, but I was here.

I tried telling him that this morning–that I was always here; just talking was kind of hard the more he touched me, but I got the sense that he didn’t believe me.

“I can tell,” he mused, chuckling to himself as he massaged soap up my chest–this was fucking nice. “I want to do something different tonight, baby,” he hummed, pressing slow kisses down my neck. “If you’re okay with it, I want to fuck you.”

The words vibrated down my spine to land in a tingly warm pile, deep in my bones.

It was a big ask, but I wasn’t naive–I assumed it was coming. I didn't just think I would date a man and we’d both be happy sucking one another off for all time.

I mean, I'd be pretty happy with that for a while, but I was sure I'd miss sinking my dick into something sooner or later.

“Yeah,” I breathed, rolling my head towards him happily. “I’m okay with that.”

That made him happy.

I made him happy.

He smiled and kissed me nice and slow–appreciative. I realized now that, as nice as this all was, it was prep.

All the confidence I had was still there, but it was shaky. I was nervous–rightfully so–because this was all new to me, but Thayer knew that.

He took care of me.

He cared for me in more ways than just with his hands, so there was no reason to be wary of his hands opening me or getting me ready.

It wasn’t fear.

Just nerves.

Thayer shut off the water when he was done, kissing my cheek and mumbling praises into my skin as he toweled me off. I never saw myself as someone who got off on praise like that, but I was getting almost painfully turned on with every word out of his mouth.

“You don't have to,” I trailed off, gesturing at the shower as he led me out to his room again.

In all honesty, I'd never watched even a single second of gay porn, even by accident, so I didn't really know how most of this worked. I assumed we’d do it back and forth with one another, but maybe it was different–I didn't know.

Thayer let out a chuckle under his breath, his hand on my back softening, less to control and more to ground. “Ash, I’m, uh,” he laughed, shaking his head softly. “I don’t switch–I’m just a top.”

Oh.

Was that normal?

Maybe it was–maybe I was the weird one for assuming.

My brain rattled around for an answer that wasn't just shock, but all I could come up with were more questions.

What did that mean for me?

If I stayed with Thayer, I’d always be the one getting fucked?

If I stayed with Thayer–I already didn't even like thinking about that as a possibility. I was staying with Thayer–I had to. I needed this.