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“When have you heard me say things I don’t mean?” At her slow blink, I teased, “Anyway, I’ve come to accept I’m Starsexual.”
She sniggered. “Shut up.”
“I won’t. It’s true.” I knew she saw my amusement and was waiting for the punch line. “It’s my fate to only want to fuck you. That’s been my problem all along. If you hadn’t taken ages to find me—”
“Break into your code, you mean—”
“Exactly. My code was always there, waiting. Just like me. For you to come in and rattle things.”
Her fingers traced over my jaw. “I think I’m the same.”
“It’s called something.”
“Everything’s got a label now,” she sighed. “Can’t we be undefined?”
“Nope. Demisexual. That’s us. We connect on many different planes, not just sexually.”
“That sounds… right,” she agreed, her voice gruff.
“Star?”
“Yeah?”
“If it triggers you, you don’t have to but… I want to think about my cum covering your pussy for a little while.”
She angled her head to the side. “Fair’s fair. You stay crispy; I’ll stay crispy.”
My nose crinkled. “Don’t spoil the imagery!”
Her eyes twinkled with a light I knew that only I put there. “You want to think about me all wet and creamy for you, hmm?”
The breath choked from between my lips.
It was official.
She was going to kill me.
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STAR
JE L’AIME A MOURIR - FRANCIS CABREL
I’d beena cum dump so he probably didn’t realize how fucking hard it was not to go and shower, especially when I didn’t have to ask permission to go clean up. But I did it. Not because I had to, but because he’d laid it down on the table—he’d said, “If it triggers you, you don’t have to.”
Those were the magic words.
And if anyone deserved magic, it was Conor.
It was strange how we both dressed each other in the aftermath. He pulled up my briefs for me like I couldn’t manage by myself then did the same with my jeans while I fixed his fly for him. He dragged on my tank as I patted down his shirt when it hooked under his arms.
When we were both decent-ish and had washed up in the bathroom, he slipped his hand in mine and guided me out of the bedroom. There, Dead To Me was watching something on her phone, a coffee in front of her.
Quicker than her because she was distracted, I snatched her cell and chuckled at the sight of the porn she was watching.
“Pilots?” I mocked. “Really?”
She huffed. “Don’t kill my buzz. The dudes flying this plane are hotties.”
