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He will let you take total control without a single complaint. He's completely happy to let you set the rhythm, position and intensity.

Thanks to endless hours playing games and grinding keyboards, his long gamer fingers are insanely skilled. Once he realizes his natural talent for working your body, he’ll obsess over pleasing you using just his hands.

He adores it when you ride his face. Smother him with your thighs until his head gets fuzzy and his tongue goes numb. Let your juice drip all over his face while you grind your clit right against his nose, he won't have a single complaint.

He memorizes your chest just as obsessively as Lane men are dogs. When he gets swept up in the moment, he’ll bury his face between your breasts, sucking, nibbling and grazing his fangs against your skin until you have to pull him by his hair and tilt his head up just to kiss him. Like Lane, he loves having his hair pulled.

During the first few times, he’ll be so bashful that he’ll consciously cover his face or peek between his fingers. You’ll have to pin his wrists or cup his hands out of the way. He actually loves eye contact, but he’s terrible at holding it unless you teach him how and guide his face toward yours.

He loves it when you wear his shirt while you ride him.

His horny levels are surprisingly higher than Lane’s, making it easy to get him hard. Just calling him a "good boy" or having a short make-out session is enough to make him painfully erect.

His dick is long, slender, smooth and has a noticeable upward curve when fully erect that hits all the right spots effortlessly. (Back in high school, he literally struggled putting his boxers and pants on properly because of his length!)

Because of his size, he's terrified of hurting you when taking the lead. He won't dare thrust all the way inside unless you explicitly tell him to. This is why he prefers when you ride him, he feels safer knowing you control the depth and speed.

Giving him head? If you can take him deep enough to bruise your throat? Congratulations, you're his absolute dream girl. He’s hooked for life, even if he constantly overthinks: "Can someone really take it that deep?"

Getting off doesn't cool his sex drive down at all, the more you use him, the harder, messier and leakier he gets. He whimpers, groans, and even cries out when the pleasure gets overwhelming.

He is huge on cosplaying your favorite characters together. These sessions are always 10000 times nastier than usual, making him lose control and cum embarrassingly fast, though he can immediately keep going like a rabbit all year round, sometimes completely losing control of his hip speed in the heat of the moment.

He’ll definitely initiate things when high! He’ll roll the weed, light it, and take a drag before giving you deep shotgun kisses to share the smoke. He loves sharing edibles and having you steal one straight from his lips with yours. When he’s high, his personality shifts, he becomes super proactive, needy, vocal and straightforward with his desires.

He knows you like his fangs so during kisses, he'll softly bite or graze your lower lip. He also loves when you kiss his neck or the top of his head since he's so tall, nobody ever does that to him, so doing it while riding him melts him completely.

Sitting face-to-face on his lap while you cling to his shoulders, moaning his name right next to his ear.

After he nuts inside you, he loves staying buried deep in your warm, tight, swollen hole. Leaving himself inside your dripping heat all night is his ultimate comfort.

He prefers proper, unhurried time over quickies. Mainly cuz he wants to smoke and spends hours messing with you.

you open your mouth to argue, but nothing comes out, the tips of your ears burning. "wha-... well-!" you sputter.

"oh, boy, here's the part where you get mad at me for 'invading your privacy,'" he says to himself, chuckling. "why are you surprised? i'm the smartest guy in the universe, of course i can deduct your kinks from simple small talk. i figured out you had a thing for praise the first conversation i had with you." he pauses, rubbing the back of his neck but showing no remorse. "and, uhh, going through your browser history to see what porn you watch helps."

he keeps rambling on about what other kinks you supposedly have, but you drown him out, getting lost in the embarrassment. "rick!" you exclaim, interrupting him. he looks at you with his eyebrows raised. "you went through my browser history?"

he takes a moment before scoffing and rolling his eyes. "that's not the point, the point is that i've known about your stupid - uuurp - puppyplay fetish for ages -"

"the point is that you went through my private things!" you cut in. "that's not okay! i mean, do you know how embarrassing that is, to have you see the fucking porn i watch - i'm not morty - or jerry, for fuck's sake, y-you don't have to monitor everything i do -"

you trail off with a squeak when he stands from his chair and corners you in your swivel chair against his workbench. "i monitor everything that everyone in this house does," he says, voice low and firm. "i know everything. i have a - uuurp - million bounties on my head. i have to make sure you guys aren't accidentally visiting some alien website or calling a number you saw on interdimensional cable and getting me into deeper trouble."

the anger drops from his face with a sigh as he kisses the top of your head and cups your cheek. "so it's nothing personal, sugar. i'm keeping you safe. and if i see your porn in the process, so be it," he mutters dismissively, sitting down and turning back to his work.

you stare blankly at him, flustered from the kiss and still processing everything he just said. "... sorry i didn't tell you," you mutter.

he reaches over and pets your head. "'s okay, sugar. just wish i knew sooner that you wanted to be a puppy for me, maybe i'd fuck your mouth while you humped my leg... like a dog in heat."

"yes please," you say, perking up maybe too quickly.

he looks over at you with a cheeky smirk. "yeah? you wanna be my pup? my good girl?" he turns his swivel chair to face you, scooting closer. "god, of course you're into bullshit like this, dumb fucking mutt." he pats his lap, his other hand squeezing his growing erection through his pants. "nghh... c'mere baby, come sit on daddy's lap."