"I think you have a thing for flat butts," Kimi returns with a warm chuckle, easily relaxing back against Despil's front, hand rising to dig through the man's curly hair. "Lucky me."

Kimi's not about to complain about Despil's weird tastes when it comes to him. He'd had enough trouble with doubt and self-image early on in their relationship, but Despil had been the considerately adoring pest hellbent on getting what they both wanted, and he'd gotten over himself in the end.

"What if I wanted to choke on your dick for a bit, huh?" he continues with a snort. "Didn't think that far ahead, did you?"