“Oh, no. I was only wanting to tell you that I might not…” I gesture vaguely at my waist. He looks down and back up at me. “Get hard?” he clarifies, and I nod. “I am sorry.” His face scrunches up like he’s got something distasteful in his mouth, and scoots up far enough to drop a kiss on my lips. “Fuck that,” he says. “Don’t be sorry. I’m hard enough for both of us.” “That is not the way anatomy works, Atlas,” I tell him seriously, hoping to tease out a laugh as well as another kiss. I get both, so I smile against his mouth and relax further into the bed.
