“You going to pop off if I throw out some caveman-style grunts? Come up to you on the quad one day, grab you by that pretty-boy hair, and drag you back to my den?” “I might,” I teased back, though the mention of hair pulling got me harder. “This is definitely more of a lair than a den, though.” He pushed up onto his forearms, looking down at me. “What’s the difference?” “Lair just sounds more deviant.” “Lair, then,” he said agreeably, cock gliding alongside mine.
