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“Did I say something?” he asks, hyperaware of the fact that he’s probably not coming off nearly as chill and relaxed as he’d like to about this. It took him long enough to agree to Shane eating him out, and even longer still to agree to one slim finger. He’s not feeling very sex-positive right now. “Something that implied I wanted to try a vibrator?”
(or: role reversal, gently)



















