“Damn, we’re cute,” I say as we stare at the picture. “But we should talk about Insta.” “Alright.” He trails the tip of his nose into the side of my neck, lighting goosebumps. “What about?” I clear my throat. “There’s been a suggestion that it might be obvious we’re snapping bed frames and giving each other cockrings in non-platonic ways.” “Can you give a cockring in a platonic way?” He laughs, his breath tickling. “Maybe that should be our next offering for the team. Wolfpack cockrings.”
