Maybe we will. [He sounds so confrontational for no reason.

Kyle smiles, clearly pleased with himself, and kisses back. It doesn't take long for him to start exploring Corry's mouth with his tongue, his hips rocking impatiently. He pulls away a little with a groan, ducking his head to gnaw gently at Corry's throat instead.]

You're gonna lay on your back and I'm gonna ride you so fucking good. [Bossy little shit.] Where's all the sex stuff? Bedside table?